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Praise  ye  the  Lord.— Ps.  cxlvi.  1. 

"With  my  song  will  I  praise  Him. — Ps.  xxvin. 


FIFTY-FIFTH    EDITION. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

S.   R.   FISHER   &   CO.,   hi  NORTH   SIXTH   STREET 

1867. 


Entered,  according  to   Act  of  Congress,  in   the   year  1834,  by 
DANIEL  ZACHARIAS  &  BERNARD  C.  WOLFF, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania. 


J  as.  B.  Rodger  s, 

Printer  &  Stereotyper, 

Philadelphia. 


PSALMS. 


PSALM   1.    S.  M. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

THE  man  is  ever  blest 
Who  shuns  the  sinner's  ways, 
Amidst  their  councils  never  stands, 
Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place. 

But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  study  and  delight, 
Throughout  the  labors  of  the  day, 

And  watches  of  the  night. 

He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root, 
Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live, 

His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

Not  so  the  ungodly  race, 

They  no  such  blessings  find; 
Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 

Before  the  driving  wind. 

How  will  they  bear  to  stand 

Before  that  judgment-seat, 
Where  all  the  saints  at  Christ's  right  hand 

In  full  assembly  meet? 

He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go : 
But  sinners  and  their  works  shall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow. 


PSALM   II. 
PSALM    2.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

God  the  Father  vindicates  his  Messiah. 

WHY  did  the  heathen  madly  rage, 
And  why  the  Jews  conspire  in  vain? 
Why  kings  and  rulers  all  engage, 
To  oppose  Messiah's  gracious  reign  ? 

2  "  Come  let  us  break  his  bands,"  they  say, 
"We'll  ne'er  be  govern'd  by  his  laws:" 
And  thus  they  cast  his  yoke  away, 
And  nail'd  Messiah  to  the  cross. 

3  But  God  the  Father,  from  his  throne, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controls : 
He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  pains  unknown, 
And  speak  in  thunder  to  their  souls. 

4  "I'll  vindicate  the  king  I  made, 
"On  Zion's  everlasting  hill; 

"My  hand  shall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
"And  he  shall  reign,  Messiah  still." 

PSALM  2.     Second  Part     L.  M. 

God  the  Son  reveals  the  divine  decree. 

THE  eternal  Son  with  pow'r  array'd 
Declares  th'  unchangeable  decree : 
"Thou  art  my  Son,"  the  Father  said, 
"This  day  have  I  begotten  thee. 

2  "For  sin  thou'st  offer' d  up  thy  soul, 
"And  thou'st  a  right  to  intercede ; 
"Thy  life  shall  last  while  ages  roll, 
"And  thou  shalt  see  a  num'rous  seed. 

3  "Ask  then,  my  Son,  and  I  will  give 
"The  heathen  for  thy  vast  domain; 
"  The  utmost  ends  of  earth  receive, 
"And  boundless  be  thy  blessed  reign. 

4  "But  nations  that  resist  thy  grace, 
"Shall  fall  beneath  thine  iron  stroke; 


PSALM  III. 


"Thy  rod  shall  crush  thy  foes  with  ease, 
"As  potter's  earthen  work  is'  broke." 

PSALM  2.     Third  Part,     L.  M. 

God  the  Holt/  Ghost  invites  and  warns  persecutors  and  infidels. 

IVTOW,"  saith  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 
J^  1    To  those  who  sit  on  earthly  thrones 
"Rejoice  with  trembling  at  his  word, 
"And  at  his  feet  submit  your  crowns. 

2  "With  faith  and  love  address  the  Son, 
"Lest  he  grow  angry  and  ye  die  : 

"His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
"If  ye  provoke  his  jealousy. 

3  "His  frowns  shall  drive  you  quick  to  hell, 
"For  he  is  God,  and  ye  but  dust; 
"Happy  the  souls  that  know  him  well, 
"And  make  his  grace  their  only  trust." 

PSALM  3.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

A  Morning  Psalm. 

OLORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 
In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood! 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry; 
Thou  heard'st  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  Almighty  help  was  nigh. 

Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid, 

I  laid  me  down  and  slept  secure; 

Not  death  should  make  my  heart  afraid, 

Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more. 

But  God  sustain'd  me  all  the  night; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong; 
He  rais'd  my  head  to  see  the  light, 
And  makes  his  praise  my  morning  song. 


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PSALM  IV. 
PSALM  3.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

God  our  defence  from  sin  and  Satan. 

Y  God,  the  tempter  would  persuade, 


There's  no  relief  in  heaven, 
And  all  my  swelling  sins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 

2  But  thou,  my  righteousness  and  strength, 

Shall  on  the  tempter  tread : 
Shalt  silence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

3  I  cri'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  listening  ear; 
I  call'd  my  Father,  and  my  God, 
And  he  subdu'd  my  fear. 

4  He  shed  soft  slumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  spite  of  all  my  foes; 
I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repose. 

5  What  though  the  hosts  of  death  and  hell 

All  arm'd  against  me  stood; 
Terrors  no  more  shall  shake  my  soul: 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

6  Arise,  0  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  sing; 
For  Christ  hath  broke  the  serpent's  teeth, 
And  death  has  lost  his  sting. 

7  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  save; 
Blessings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  4.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

God  our  portion  and  Christ  our  hopp. 

OGOD  of  grace  and  righteousness, 
Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain; 


PSALM  IV. 

Thou  hast  enlarg'd  me  in  distress, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  sons  of  men,  in  vain  you  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  shame : 
How  long  will  scoffers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  saints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beside; 
He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents, 

For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  that  died. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thousand  works  of  righteousness, 
We  put  our  trust  in  Christ  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  say, 
"Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  good?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray, 
Our  souls  desire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  shall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  and  favors  so  divine, 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice, 
For  all  their  corn,  and  all  their  wine. 

PSALM  4.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

An  Evening  Psalm. 

LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
I  am  forever  thine ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice; 

And  when  my-  work  is  done, 


PSALM  V. 

Great  God!  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 
111  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  clays, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

PSALM  5.     C.  M. 

For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 

IORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear, 
J  My  voice  ascending  high; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  1113'  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye; 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight. 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  0  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 


In  ways  of  riditeousne 


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Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight. 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

G  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  astray; 
They  flatter  with  a  base  design 
To  make  my  soul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crush  the  serpent  in  the  dust. 
And  all  his  plots  destroy: 


PSALM  VI. 

While  those  that  in  thy  mercy  trust 
Forever  shout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfill'd ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 
With  favor  as  a  shield. 

PSALM  6.    C.  M. 

Complaint  in  sickness. 

IN  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chastise, 
Withdraw  the  dreadful  storm ; 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arise 
Against  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  soul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flesh  with  pain  oppress'd ; 
My  couch  is  witness  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  ; 

I  waste  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pass, 
'Till  the  slow  morning  rise. 

4  Shall  I  be  still  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  consum'd  with  grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  speak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 
He  saves  us  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  sovereign  word 

Restores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
For  silent  graves  praise  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


10  PSALM  VII. 

PSALM  7.     CM. 

God's  care  of  hi*  people,  and  punishment  of  persecutor?. 

MY  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
My  hope  in  thee  ray  God  ; 
Rise,  and  my  helpless  life  defend 
From  those  that  seek  my  blood. 

2  With  insolence  and  fury  they 

My  soul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey. 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  first, 

Or  once  abused  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dust, 
And  lay  my  honor  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
I  should  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  ask  my  God  to  rise. 

5  Arise,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  pow'r  control ; 
Awake  to  judgment  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  soul. 

6  Let  sinners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  dust ; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  just  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright : 
His  sharpest  arrows  he  ordains 
Against  the  sons  of  spite. 

8  Tho'  leagu'd  in  guile,  their  malice  spread 

A  snare  before  my  way  : 
Their  mischiefs  on  their  impious  head 
His  vengeance  shall  repay. 


PSALM  VIII.  11 

9  That  cruel,  persecuting  race 
Must  feel  his  dreadful  sword: 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  grace 
And  justice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  8.     First  Part.     S.  M. 

The  sovereignty  and  goodness  of  God. 

OLORD,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine, 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  shine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raise  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies: 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars 

And  all"  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man?  that  worthless  thing, 
A-kin  to  dust  and  worms! 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  thou  should'st  love  him  so? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  How  rich  thy  bounties  are! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  ways! 
Of  dust  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

PSALM  8.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Adam  and  Christ. 

LORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  first, 
Adam  the  offspring  of  the  dust, 
That  thou  should'st  set  him  and  his  race 
But  just  below  an  angel's  place  ! 

2  That  thou  should'st  raise  his  nature  so, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below ; 


12  PSALM  IX. 

Make  every  beast  and  bird  submit, 
And  lay  the  fishes  at  his  feet ! 

3  But  0,  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  second  Adam's  state ! 
What  honors  shall  thy  Son  adorn 
Who  condescended  to  be  born  ! 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  : 
See  him  in  dust  among  the  dead, 
To  save  a  ruin'd  world  from  sin  : 
Yet  he  shall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come  redeem'd  from  all 
The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made  and  glorious  shall  submit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet, 

PSALMS.      Third  Part.     L.  M. 

The  Ilosannah  of  the  Children. 

ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 
O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honor  raise ; 

And  babes  with  uninstructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3  Thy  pow'r  assists  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground ; 
To  still  the  bold  blasphemers  rage, 
And  all  their  policy  confound. 

PSALM  9.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Wrath  and  mere?/  from  the  judgment-seat. 

~TV/rITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song, 

1  ▼      Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  : 
Thou  sovereign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  shame. 


PSALM  IX.  13 

2  I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace  ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  oppress'd ; 
To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  trust 

In  tlry  abundant  grace ; 
For  thou  hast  ne'er  forsook  the  just, 
Who  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  Hill. 
Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 
Whose  works  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM  9.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  wisdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

WHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just, 
Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  souls  that  mourn  in  dust, 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Doth  his  own  children  raise  : 
In  Zion's  gates  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  sing  their  Father's  praise. 

3  His  foes  shall  fall,  with  heedless  feet, 

Into  the  pit  they  made ; 
And  sinners  perish  in  the  net 
That  their  own  hands  have  spread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counsels  known, 
When  men  of  mischief  are  destroy'd 
In  snares  that  were  their  own. 

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14  PSALM  X. 

5  The  wicked  shall  sink  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Against  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought, 

And  wait,  and  long  complain ; 
Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

7  Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 

To  judge  and  save  the  poor  : 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 

8  Thy  thunder  shall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain ; 
Make  them  confess  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men. 

PSALM  10.     C.  M. 

Prayer  heard,  and  Saints  saved ;  or,  Pride,  Atheism,  and  Oppres- 
sion punished. 
For  a  Day  of  Humiliation. 

WHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far? 
And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  distress  ? 

2  Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 

Thy  justice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  slight  thy  righteous  cause  ? 

3  They  cast  thy  judgments  from  their  sight, 

And  then  insult  the  poor : 
They  boast  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  shall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arise,  0  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 


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PSALM  XL 

No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand, 
When  God  ascends  on  high. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  say,  with  foolish  pride, 
The  God  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion's  side. 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord, 

And  pow'rful  is  thy  hand, 
As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  sword, 
And  perish'cl  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  cause  thine  ear  to  hear ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 

And  free  thy  saints  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  shall  no  more  oppress, 

No  more  despise  the  just; 
And  mighty  sinners  shall  confess, 
They  are  but  earth  and  dust. 

PSALM  11.     L.  M. 

God  loves  the  righteous  and  hates  the  wicked. 

MY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love; 
Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry, 
"  Fly  like  a  tim'rous,  trembling  dove 
To  distant  woods  or  mountains  fly  ?" 

2  If  government  be  once  destroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace,) 
And  violence  make  justice  void, 
Where  shall  the  righteous  seek  redress? 

3  The  Lord  in  heaven  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  surveys  the  world  below ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known ; 
His  eyelids  search  our  spirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflict  his  saints  so  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 


16  •  PSALM  XII. 

What  must  the  bold  transgressors  fear ! 
His  soul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  shall  rain 
Tempests  of  brimstone,  fire,  and  death ; 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM  12.     First  Part     L.  M. 

Safety  and  hope  in  evil  times. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  save, 
For  vice  and  vanity  prevail ; 
The  godly  perish  in  the  grave, 
The  just  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  discourse,  when  neighbors  meet, 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loose  and  vain ; 

Their  lips  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit, 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long ; 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flatt'ring  and  blaspheming  tongue. 

4  "Yet  shall  our  words  be  free,"  they  cry, 
"Our  tongue  shall  be  controll'd  by  none, 
"  Where  is  the  Lord  will  ask  us  why  ; 

"  Or  say  our  lips  are  not  our  own  ?" 

5  The  Lord  who  sees  the  poor  oppress'd, 
And  hears  the  oppressor's  haughty  strain, 
Will  rise  to  give  his  children  rest, 

Nor  shall  they  trust  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  0  Lord,  though  often  tri'd, 
Void  of  deceit  shall  still  appear, 


PSALM  XIII.  17 

Not  silver  seven  times  purifi'd 

From  dross  and  mixture  shines  so  clear. 
Thv  srace  shall  in  the  darkest  hour 

Defend  the  holy  soul  from  harm; 
Though  when  the  vilest  men  have  pow'r, 

On  every  side  will  sinners  swarm. 


PSALM  12.    Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  Lord  will  judge  the  wicked,  and  save  his  people. 

LORD,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blasphemy  grows  bold ; 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold ; 

Is  not  thy  chariot  hast  ning  on  ? 

Hast  thou  not  given  the  sign  ? 
May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 

A  promise  so  divine  ? 

"  Now,"  saith  the  Lord,  "  Now  will  I  rise, 

"  And  make  oppressors  flee  ; 
"  I  will  appear  to  their  surprise, 

"  And  set  my  servants  free." 

Thy  word  like  silver  sev'n  times  tri'd, 

Through  ages  shall  endure ; 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide, 

Shall  find  the  promise  sure. 


PSALM  13.     C.  M. 

Complaint   under    temptation. 

HOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heavenly  rays 
That  chase  my  fears  away  ? 

How  long  shall  my  poor  laboring  soul 
Wrestle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

2* 


18  PSALM   XIY. 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 
And  ease  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darkness  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts ; 
He  spreads  a  mist  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep ; 
Make  haste  before  mine  eves  are  seal'd 
In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boast  aloud, 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  sons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  see  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  shall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terror  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  display  that  sovereign  grace, 

Whence  all  my  comforts  spring ; 
I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 
And  thy  salvation  sing. 

PSALM  14.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

By  nature  all  men  are  sinners. 

FOOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say, 
"  That  all  religion's  vain, 
"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt  discourse  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 


PSALM  XIV.  19 

To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray, 

Their  practice  all  the  same; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  used  to  speak  deceit, 

Their  slanders  never  cease; 
How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  seeds  of  sin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  every  heart  are  found; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 


A 


PSALM  14.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  foJhf  of  persecutors. 

RE  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown. 


That  they  the  saints  devour? 
And  never  worship  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  surprise, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  despise, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  shame. 

3  Dost  thou  not  dwell  among  the  just? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  should  make  thy  name  our  trust ; 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  Oh!  that  the  joyful  day  was  come 

To  finish  our  distress ! 
When  God  shall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  sonjrs  shall  never  cease. 


20  PSALM  XVI. 

PSALM  15.     L.  M. 

The  character  of  a  Saint  •   or.  th>-  qualifications  of  a  Christian. 

TT^HO  shall  ascend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

▼  ▼      Great  God.  and  dwell  before  thy  face? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now. 
And  lives  and  walks  by  faith  below : 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean; 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  things  they  mean; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

3  Scarce  will  he  trust  an  ill  report. 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbor's  hurt; 
Sinners  of  state  he  can  despise; 
But  saints  are  honor  d  in  his  eves. 

4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  stood, 
And  always  makes  his  promise  good; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  swears. 
Whatever  pain  or  loss  he  bears. 

£  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold. 

And  mourns  that  justice  should  be  sold: 
While  others  scorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door. 

G   He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  who  curse  him  to  his  face ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  still  the  same. 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

7  Yet  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM  1G.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Confession  of  our  poverty ;   and  Saints  the  best  (tympany. 

PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
For  succor  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 


PSALM  XVI.  21 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead ; 
My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confess'd, 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am : 

My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  can  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do ; 
These  are  the  company  I  keep, 

These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 

To  give  a  relish  to  their  wine ; 
I  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 

Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM  16.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

The  sufficiency  of  Christ. 

HOW  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise, 
Who  haste  to  see  some  idol-god ! 
I  will  not  taste  their  sacrifice, 
Their  off' rings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 

And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  ; 
He  for  my  life  hath  offered  up 
Jesus  his  best  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feast ; 

By  day  his  counsels  guide  me  right : 
And  be  his  name  forever  blest, 

Who  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  set  him  still  before  my  eyes  ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  stands  prepar'd, 
To  keep  my  soul  from  all  surprise, 
And  be  my  everlasting  guard. 


22  PSALM  XVII. 

PSALM  10.     Third  Part.     L.  M. 

Support  in  death,  and  hope  of  the  resurrection. 


Wg 


IEN  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong, 


is  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice,  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  Gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  forever  with  the  dead, 

For  Christ  hath  triumph'd  o'er  the  grave. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high ; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way, 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow; 

And  full  discov'ries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tasted  here  below) 

Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM  17.    First  Part.     S.  M. 

The  portion  of  Saints  and  Siiuiers. 

AKISE,  my  gracious  God, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee, 
They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod, 
To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  sinner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain ; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boast  of  all  his  store  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 

4  I  shall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  : 


PSALM  XVII.  23 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 
Washed  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  death, 
Drest  in  the  likeness  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 


PSALM  17.     Second  Part,     L.  M. 

-    The  hope  and  heaven  of  believers. 

LORD,  I  am  thine :  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love; 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below, 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know; 

'Tis  all  they  seek:  they  take  their  shares; 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value  I  resign: 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 

5  0  glorious  hour !  0  blest  abode ! 

I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

1 6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviours  image  rise. 


24  PSALM  XVIII. 

PSALM  18.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Deliverance  from  Despair. 

THEE  will  I  love,  0  Lord,  my  strength, 
My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence; 
Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 
For  I  have  found  salvation  thence. 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade; 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rose. 
And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 

3  I  saw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  endless  pains  and  sorrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurried  to  despair. 

4  In  my  distress  I  call'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  scarce  believe  him  mine; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint, 
And  prov'd  his  saving  grace  divine. 

5  With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode ; 
Awful,  and  bright  as  lightning,  shone 
The  face  of  my  deliv'rer,  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blast  of  his  Almighty  breath : 
He  sent  salvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death. 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  strength,  and  more  their  rage ; 
But  Christ,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  still, 

In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  song  for  ever  shall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 


PSALM  XVIII.  25 

PSALM  18.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

LORD,  thou  hast  formed  my  soul  sincere, 
Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws, 
And  thou  hast  own'd  my  righteous  cause. 

Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wand'ring  heart. 

What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest ! 
What  wars  and  strugglings  in  my  breast ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  against  my  darling  sin. 

The  sin  that  close  besets  me  still, 
That  works  and  strives  against  my  will ; 
When  shall  thy  Spirit's  sov'reign  pow'r 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more  ? 

With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward; 
The  kind  and  faithful  souls  shall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

And  men  that  love  revenge  shall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too : 
The  just  and  pure  shall  ever  say, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  just  than  they. 

PSALM  18.      Third  Part.    L.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  God. 

JUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word 
Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield  : 


26  PSALM  XVIII. 

And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessings  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives ; 

The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  vain, 
While  heavenly  peace  my  father  gives. 

4  Before  the  scoffers  of  the  age, 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name ; 

Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  shame. 

PSALM  18.     Fourth  Part.     C.  M. 

Victory  over  temporal  enemies. 

WE  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd ; 
Thou  art  our  strength,  our  heavenlv  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  rock, 

And  find  a  sure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  salvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,  shines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  lightning  of  his  spear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  swift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  speaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  dismay 'd ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field. 

With  all  their  dreadful  skill : 


PSALM  XIX.  27 

Gives  them  his  awful  sword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  steel. 

Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blest 

For  his  own  children's  sake  ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  rest, 

Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

PSALM  18.     Fifth  Part.     C.  M. 

The  Conqueror's  Song. 

TO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
The  triumphs  of  the  day : 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  strength  away. 

Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  powers  ; 
Or  burn  their  boasted  fleets,  or  scale 
The  proudest  of  their  towers. 

How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  salvation  was  our  shield, 

But  they  no  shelter  found ! 

In  vain  to  idol  saints  they  cry, 

And  perish  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  a  rock  so  great,  so  high, 

So  pow'rful  as  our  God ! 

The  God  of  Israel  ever  lives  ; 

His  name  be  ever  blest ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vict'ry  gives, 

And  gives  his  people  rest. 

PSALM  19.     First  Part.     S.  M. 

The  book  of  nature  and  Scripture. 

BEHOLD  !  the  lofty  sky 
Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  all  his  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 


28  PSALM  XIX. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same, 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known ; 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  western  lands  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  word  : 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  statutes  and  commands 

Are  set  before  our  eyes ; 
He  puts  his  gospel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  salvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  just  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit, 
His  promises  forever  sure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great, 

7  Not  honey  to  the  taste 

Affords  so  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pass'd 
So  much  allures  the  sight, 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  sing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM  19.     Second   Part     S.  M. 

The  word  of  God  most  excellent. 

BEHOLD  !  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 


PSALM  XIX.  29 

2  But  where  the  Gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just; 
For  ever  sure,  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ! 
Oh  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

6  0  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  sin, 

Forgive  my  secret  faults  : 
And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine. 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  spread  thy  praise  abroad : 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM  19.     Third  Part.     L.  M. 

The  book  of  nature  and  Scripture  compared 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  ev'ry  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 


30  PSALM  XX. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand : 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touch' d  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

'Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
'Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  sun  of  righteousness  arise, 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renew'd,  and  sins  forgiv'n ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

PSALM  20.     L.  M. 

Prayer  in  time  of  war. 

NOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
Attend  his  people's  humble  cry ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 

Better  than  shields  or  brazen  walls : 
He  from  his  sanctuary  sends 

Succor  and  strength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs, 

His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts: 
His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 


PSALM  XXL 

In  his  salvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God, 

Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up ; 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

Some  trust  in  horses  train' d  for  war, 

And  some  of  chariots  make  their  boasts ; 

Our  surest  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hosts. 

Oh  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Inspire  our  armies  for  the  fight ! 

Our  foes  shall  fall  and  die  with  shame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  shameful  flight. 

Now  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear : 
Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  strong, 

'Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 

PSALM  21.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Pious  rulers  are  the  care  of  heaven. 

OUR  rulers,  Lord,  with  songs  of  praise 
Should  in  thy  strength  rejoice ; 
And  blest  with  thy  salvation  raise 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

Thy  sure  defence  through  nations  round 

Has  spread  their  honors  far ; 
And  their  successful  measures  crown'd 

Alike  in  peace  and  war. 

Then  let  them  still  on  God  rely 

For  wisdom,  and  for  grace  ; 
His  mercy  shall  their  wants  supply, 

And  save  our  happy  race. 

PSALM  21.     Second  Part     C.   M. 

A  Song  of  praise  for  peace  and  national  blessings. 

IN  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise, 
Our  favored  realms  rejoice  ; 


32  PSALM  XXI. 

And  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  sure  defence,  from  foes  around, 

Hath  spread  our  rising  name, 

And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 

With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  distress  our  injured  land 

Implor'd  thy  power  to  save ; 
For  peace  we  pray'd ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blessing  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  pow'r, 

Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim ; 
In  mercy  swept  them  from  our  shore, 
And  spread  their  sails  with  shame. 

5  On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe,  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  power  declare, 

And  still  exalt  thy  fame ; 
While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare 
To  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM  21.     Third  Part.     L.  M 

Christ  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

DAVID  rejoiced  in  God  his  strength, 
Raised  to  the  throne  by  special  grace  ; 
But  Christ,  the  Son,  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praise. 

2  How  great  is  the  Messiah's  joy 

In  the  salvation  of  thy  hand  ? 
Lord,  thou  hast  rais'd  his  kingdom  high 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Whate'er  he  wills  thy  goodness  gives, 

Nor  doth  the  least  request  withhold  ; 


PSALM  XXII.  33 

Blessings  attend  him  while  he  lives, 
And  crowns  of  glory  not  of  gold. 

4  Around  his  sacred  temples  shine, 

Th'  Eternal's  uncreated  rays : 
All  power  is  his  and  grace  divine, 
And  length  of  everlasting  days. 

5  But  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat,  and  burning  coals, 
Thy  vengeance  shall  consume  his  foes  : 
Thy  wrath  devour  their  guilty  souls. 

PSALM  22.     First  Part.    C.  M. 

Christ  forsaken  on  the  cross. 

MY  God,  my  God,  why  hast  thou  left 
My  soul  without  relief! 
Of  thy  blest  smiles  to  be  bereft, 
Exceeds  all  other  grief. 

2  But  thou  art  holy,  0  my  God, 

And  wilt  not  spare  thy  Son  ; 
As  Saviour,  he  must  bear  the  load, 
And  taste  the  curse  alone. 

3  Our  fathers  trusted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv' ranee  found  ; 

But  I'm  a  worm  despis'd  of  men 

And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  Shaking  the  head,  they  pass  me  by 

And  laugh  my  soul  to  scorn  : 
"  In  vain  he  trusts  in  God,"  they  cry, 
"  Neglected  and  forlorn." 

5  Yet  thou  art  he  who  formed  my  flesh, 

By  thine  almighty  word, 
And  since  I  hung  upon  the  breast, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  My  God,  if  possible  it  be, 

Withold  this  bitter  cup  ; 


34  PSALM  XXII. 

But  I  resign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  sorrows  up. 

7  My  heart  dissolves  with  pangs  unknown, 

In  groans  I  waste  my  breath ; 
Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  dust  of  death. 

8  Father,  I  give  my  spirit  up. 

And  trust  it  in  thine  hand  : 
My  dying  tiesh  shall  rest  in  hope, 
And  rise  at  thy  command. 

PSALM  22.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Christ  crucified. 

^Tl^KlTHIXG  in  pain,  our  Saviour  pray'd 

▼  T      With  mighty  cries  and  tears  : 
In  that  dread  hour,  his  Father  heard ; 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

2  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death  ; 

His  throne  exalted  high  : 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worship  or  shall  die. 

3  A  num'rous  offspring  must  arise 

From  his  expiring  groans ; 
They  shall  be  reckoned  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  sons. 

4  The  meek  and  humble  soul  shall  see 

His  table  richly  spread  ; 
And  ail  that  seek  the  Lord,  shall  be 
AVith  joys  immortal  fed. 

5  The  isles  shall  know  the  righteousness 

Of  our  incarnate  God ; 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profess 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 


PSALM  XXIII.  35 

PSALM  22.     Third  Part.     L.  M. 

The  sufferings  and  glory  of  Christ. 

NOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
When  he  coniplain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shook  their  heads  and  laugh'd  in  scorn  ; 
"  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave, 
"  Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save." 

3  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 
By  lot,  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

4  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry, 
Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high; 
The  nations  learned  his  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

PSALM  23.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Jesus  is  my  Shepherd. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  doth  condescend, 
To  T^e  my  shepherd  and  my  friend, 
I  on  his  faithfulness  rely, 
His  cares  shall  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  In  pastures  green  he  doth  me  lead, 
And  there  in  safety  makes  me  feed: 
Refreshing  streams  are  ever  nigh, 
My  thirsty  soul  to  satisfy. 

3  When  stray'd  or  languid,  I  complain, 
His  grace  revives  my  soul  again; 
For  his  name's  sake,  in  ways  upright, 
He  makes  me  walk  with  great  delight. 

4  Yea,  when  death's  gloomy  vale  I  tread. 
With  joy,  e'en  there,  I'll  lift  my  head ; 


3G  PSALM  XXIII. 

From  fear  and  dread  he'll  keep  me  free, 
His  rod  and  staff  shall  comfort  me. 

5  A  table  stored  with  living  bread, 

In  spite  of  foes,  Lord,  thou  hast  spread; 
Thou  dost  my  head  with  oil  anoint, 
And  a  full  cup  for  me  appoint. 

6  Goodness  and  mercy  shall  to  me, 
Thro'  all  my  life  extended  be; 
And  when  my  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
I'll  dwell  with  thee  for  evermore. 

PSALM  23.     Second  Part.     S.  M. 

THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heav'nly  pasture  grows ; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  Hows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread, 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 


PSALM  XXIV.  37 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

PSALM  24.     First  Part     L.  M. 

Saints  dwell  in  Heaven. 

THIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
And  men  and  worms,  and  beasts  and  birds; 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  seas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky, 
Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
And  dwell  so  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 

He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 
Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean ; 
Him  shall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  bless, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face ; 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 

PSALM  24.     Second  Part     L.  M. 

Chi'ist's  Ascension. 

REJOICE,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way : 
Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  royal  state, 
He  opens  heaven's  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 


38  PSALM  XXV. 

PSALM  25.     First  Fart.     S.  M. 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction. 

I  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 
My  trust  is  in  his  name ; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  seek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  Sin,  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 

Persuade  me  to  despair ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  covenant  well, 
That  I  may  'scape  the  snare. 

3  From  the  first  dawning  light, 

'Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rise, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Eemember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways, 
And  ev'ry  humble  sinner  find 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodness1  sake, 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame ; 
He  pardons  (tho'  my  guilt  be  great,) 
Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM.     25.     Second  Part.     S.  M. 

Div ine  Instruction . 

WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found, 
That  fears  t'  offend  his  God  : 
That  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ?    . 

2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 
The  secret  of  his  heart; 


PSALM  XXV.  39 

The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  show, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 
With  such  as  in  his  cov'nant  stand, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 

Before  their  Maker's  face: 
Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises 
In  their  extensive  grace. 

PSALM  25.     Third  Part.     S.  M. 

Distress  of  soul. 

MINE  eyes  and  my  desire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord  : 
I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul ; 

Bring  my  salvation  near  : 
When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare  ? 

3  When  shall  the  sov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Restore  me  from  those  dang'rous  waj^s, 
My  wand'ringfeet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  wo  ; 
My  spirit  languishes  ;  my  heart 
Is  desolate  and  low. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 

My  grief  anew  begins  ; 
Look  on  my  anguish  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  sins. 

6  Behold  the  hosts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 


40  PSALM  XXVI. 

Against  my  life  they  rise,  and  join,  ' 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  0  keep  my  soul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame  ; 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait, 

To  see  thy  face  again  : 
Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM   26.     L.  M. 

Self-examination ;   or,  Evidences  of  grace. 

JUDGE  me,  0  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways 
And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  sit 

With  men  of  vanities  and  lies  ; 
The  scoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Among  thy  saints  will  I  appear, 

With  hands  well  wash'd  in  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwell ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  soul  be  join'd  at  last 

With  men  of  treahery  and  blood  ; 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  past 
Among  the  saints,  and  near  my  God. 


PSALM  XX VII.  41 

PSALM    27.     First  Part.     CM. 

The  Church  is  our  delight  and  safety . 

THE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too ; 
God  is  my  stength  ;    nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, 
0  grant  me  an  abode, 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

2  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 

PSALM  27.     Second  Fart.     C.  M. 

Prayer  and  Hope. 

SOOX  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 
"  I'll  seek  my  Father  s  face.7' 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  distressing  da}^. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 

4* 


42  PSALM  XXVIII. 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believ'd 
Thy  grace  would  soon  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM  28.     L.  M. 

God  the  refuge  of  the  afflicted. 

TO  thee,  0  Lord,  I  raise  my  cries  , 
My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  ; 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  soul, 
If  thou  refuse  a  gracious  ear. 

2  When  suppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill 

I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  still, 
With  impious  hypocrites,  away. 

3  To  sons  of  falsehood,  that  despise 

The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  true  reward, 
And  sinks  their  souls  to  endless  pain. 

4  But  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Whose  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,  that  trusted  in  his  word, 
In  his  salvation  shall  rejoice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  saint,  in  sore  distress, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour,  God  ; 
Then  grant,  0  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heav'nly  food. 


PSALM  XXX.  43 

PSALM  29.    L.  M. 

Storm  and  thunder. 

GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r ; 
Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 

Thro'  ev'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  speaks,  and  tempests,  hail,  and  wind, 

Lay  the  wide  forests  bare  around  ; 
The  fearful  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 

And  lo,  the  stately  cedars  break ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 
The  valleys  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  sits  sovereign  on  the  flood, 

The  Thund'rer  reigns  forever  king ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 

The  counsel  of  his  grace  imparts ; 
Amidst  the  raging  storm,  his  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM  30.     L.  M. 

Sickness  healed. 

I  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord  on  high, 
At  thy  command  diseases  fly ; 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak  and  save, 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  saints  of  his, 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodness  is  ; 


44  PSALM  XXXI. 

Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice  and  bless, 
While  3~ou  record  his  holiness. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days ; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  star  restores  the  joy. 

4  Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
And  I  presum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night ; 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart. 

"  Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart." 

5  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong. 
Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

6  I  cri'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God : 

"  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood? 

"  Deep  in  the  dust  can  I  declare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  glories  there  ? 

7  "  Hear  me,  0  God  of  grace,"  I  said, 
"And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead;" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

8  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  wo, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praises  now; 

I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 

9  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  thro'  earth  and  heav'n 
For  sickness  heaVd  and  sins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  31.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Deliverance  from   death. 

INTO  thy  hand,  0  God  of  truth, 
My  spirit  I  commit; 


PSALM  XXXI.  45 

Thou  hast  redeem'd  my  soul  from  death, 
And  sav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  passions  of  my  hope  and  fear 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  strife; 
While  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin  conspir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,"  I  cri'd, 

"Though  I  draw  near  the  dust;" 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trust. 

4  0  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  servant  shine, 
And  save  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

5  'Twas  in  my  haste  my  spirit  said, 

"I  must  despair  and  die; 
"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes," 
But  thou  hast  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodness  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  grace, 
To  those  that  fear  thy  majesty! 
And  trust  thy  promises ! 

7  0  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints, 

And  sing  his  praises  loud; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompense  the  proud. 

PSALM  31.     Second  Part     C.  M. 

Deliverance  from  slander  and  reproach. 

MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
My  God,  my  help,  my  trust: 
Thou  hast  preserv'd.  my  face  from  shame, 
Mine  honor  from  the  dust. 

2  "  My  life  is  spent  with  grief,"  I  cri'd, 
"  My  years  consum'd  in  groans, 


46  PSALM  XXXII. 

"  My  strength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dri'd, 
"  And  sorrow  wastes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

Was  a  mere  proverb  grown ; 
While  to  my  neighbors  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  side 

Seiz'd  and  beset  me  round  ; 
I  to  the  throne  of  grace  appli'd, 
And  speedy  rescue  found. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  hast  wrought 

Before  the  sons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  silence  brought, 
And  made  their  boastings  vain ! 

6  Thy  children,  from  the  strife  of  tongues, 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide ; 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crush  the  sons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  secret  presence,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell; 
No  fenced  city,  walfd  and  barrd, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well. 

PSALM  32.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Justification  and  Sanctijication. 

BLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest, 
Whose  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confess'd, 
And  coverd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Blest  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  not  his  iniquities; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  : 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear. 


PSALM  XXXIII.  47 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins  : 
"While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  shines. 

PSALM  32.     Second  Part     L.  M. 

Confession  and  Pardon. 

"V1THILE  I  keep  silence  and  conceal 

▼  ▼      My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
Wha.t  torments  doth  my  conscience  feel! 
What  agonies  of  inward  smart ! 

2  I  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  secret  faults  confess ; 

Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pard'ning  word, 

Thy  holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  shall  ev'ry  humble  soul 

Make  swift  addresses  to  thy  seat ;   ' 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  shall  they  find  a  blest  retreat. 

4  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  storms  appear; 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  safe  from  ev'ry  snare. 

PSALM  33.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

REJOICE,  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord, 
This  work  belongs  to  you ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just,  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 


48  PSALM  XXXIV. 

3  His  wisdom  and  almighty  word 

The  heavnly  arches  spread; 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  shining  hosts  were  made. 

4  He  bid  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep; 
The  flowing  seas  their  limits  know. 
And  their  own  station  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand: 
He  spake  and  nature  took  its  birth. 
And  rests  on  his  command. 

6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rase, 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs: 
His  counsel  stands  through  ev'ry  age. 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 

PSALM  33.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Creatures  rain:   and  Grod  all-sufficient. 

BLEST  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 
Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne : 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eyes  with  infinite  survey. 

The  spacious  world  behold: 
He  forin'd  us  all  of  equal  clay. 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  rescu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave; 
Xor  speed  nor  courage  of  a  horse 
Can  the  bold  rider  save. 

4  Vain  is  the  strength  of  beasts  or  man. 

To  hope  for  safety  thence: 

But  holv  souls  from  God  obtain 

A  strong  and  sure  defence. 


PSALM  XXXIV.  49 

God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  trust, 

When  plagues  or  famine  spread; 
His  watchful  eye  secures  the  just 

Among  ten  thousand  dead. 

Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  bless  us  from  thy  throne; 
For  we  have  made  thv  word  our  choice, 

And  trust  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM  34.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Praise  for  eminent  deliverance. 

I'LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 
How  good  are  all  his  ways ! 
Ye  humble  souls  that  use  to  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praise. 

Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  suff'rer  cri'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  exposed  to  shame, 

Nor  was  his  suit  denied. 

When  threatening  sorrows  round  me  stood, 

And  endless  fears  arose, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 

Redoubling  all  my  woes; 

I  told  the  Lord  my  sore  distress, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears; 
He  gave  my  sharpest  torments  ease, 

And  silenc'd  all  my  fears. 

Oh  sinners,  come  and  taste  his  love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleasant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 

The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 

He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents, 

Round  where  his  children  dwell; 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents, 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell. 


50  PSALM  XXX IV. 

7  0  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his; 

His  eye  regards  the  just; 
How  richly  bless' d  their  portion  is. 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  trust ! 

8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 

And  famish  in  the  wood : 

But  God  supplies  his  holy  poor 

With  every  needful  good. 

PSALM  34.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Religious    education. 

CHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue ;        * 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  mind  employ. 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state; 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  saints, 

His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries: 
He  sets  his  frowning  face  against 
The  sons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans : 

His  Son  redeems  their  soul  from  death, 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

While  they  in  praise  employ  their  breath. 

PSALM  34.     Third  Part.     C.  M. 

Peace  and  holiness. 

THE  Lord  for  ever  guards  the  just, 
His  ears  attend  their  cry ; 


PSALM  XXXV.  51 

When  broken  spirits  dwell  in  dust, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

2  What  though  the  sorrows  here  they  taste 

Be  sharp  and  tedious  too : 
The  Lord  who  saves  his  saints  at  last, 
Is  their  supporter  now. 

3  Evil  shall  smite  the  wicked  dead ; 

But  God  secures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mischief  when  they  slide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

4  When  desolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  sinner  rolls ; 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  redeems  their  souls. 

PSALM  35.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Imprecations  mixed  with  charity. 

NOW  plead  my  cause,  Almighty  God, 
With  all  the  sons  of  strife ; 
And  fight  against  the  men  of  blood, 
Who  fight  against  my  life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  spear,  and  stop  their  way, 

Lift  thine  avenging  rod ; 
But,  to  my  soul  in  mercy  say, 
"  I  am  thy  Saviour,  God." 

3  They  plant  their  snares  to  catch  my  feet, 

And  nets  of  mischief  spread ; 
Plunge  the  destroyers  in  the  pit 
That  their  own  hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darkness  hide  their  way, 

And  slipp'ry  be  their  ground ; 
Thy  wrath  shall  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And  all  their  rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind, 

Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 


52  PSALM  XXXV. 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind 
Pursues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell : 

Then  must  the  rebels  die, 
Whose  malice  is  implacable 
Against  the  Lord  on  high. 

7  But  if  thou  hast  a  chosen  few 

Amongst  that  impious  race  ; 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew 
By  thy  surprising  grace. 

8  Then  will  I  raise  my  tuneful  voice 

To  make  thy  wonders  known ; 
In  their  salvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  bless  thee  for  my  own. 

PSALM  35.    Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  love  of  CJirist  typified  in  David. 

BEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
That  holy  David  shows ; 
Mark  how  his  tender  bowels  move 
For  his  afflicted  foes  ! 

2  When  they  are  sick  his  soul  complains, 

And  seems  to  feel  the  smart ; 
The  spirit  of  the  gospel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

As  for  a  brother  dead ! 
And  fasting  mortifi'd  his  soul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd  and  curs' d  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns : 
And  double  blessings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  0  glorious  type  of  heavenly  grace  ! 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears ; 


PSALM  XXXVI.  53 

While  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  Israel's  king, 
Blest  and  beloved  of  God, 
To  save  us  rebels  dead  in  sin, 
Paid  his  own  dearest  blood. 

PSALM  36.     First  Rirt.     S.  M. 

Atheism  exposed. 

"VV/^HEN  man  grows  bold  in  sin, 

▼  t      My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 

"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  He  walks  awhile  conceal'd 

In  a  self-flatt'ring  dream  ; 
'Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expose  his  hateful  name. 

3  His  heart  is  false  and  foul, 

His  words  are  smooth  and  fair, 
Wisdom  is  banish'd  from  his  soul, 
And  leaves  no  goodness  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 

New  mischief  to  fulfil : 
He  sets  his  heart,  his  hand,  his  head, 
To  practise  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear. 
His  justice  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  transcends  the  sky; 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie; 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs ; 


54  PSALM  XXXVII. 

0  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings ! 

PSALM  30.    Second  Part,     L.  M. 

General  Providence  and  special  grace. 

OLord,  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope, 
The  brightest  orb  of  heav'n  transcends. 
Thy  sacred  truth's  unmeasur'd  scope 
Beyond  the  spreading  sky  extends. 

2  Thy  justice  like  the  hills  remains; 

Unfathom'd  depths  thy  j  udgments  are : 
Thy  providence  the  world  sustains; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  care. 

3  Since  of  thy  goodness  all  partake ; 

With  what  assurance  shall  the  just 

Thy  shelf  ring  wings  their  refuge  make, 

And  saints  to  thy  protection  trust. 

4  Such  guests  shall  to  their  courts  be  led, 

To  banquet  on  thy  love's  repast; 
And  drink  as  from  a  fountain  head, 
Of  joys  that  shall  forever  last. 

5  With  thee  the  springs  of  life  remain ; 

Thy  presence  is  eternal  day ; 
0!  let  thy  grace  thy  saints  sustain; 
To  upright  hearts  thy  truth  display. 

PSALM  37.    First  Part.     C.  M. 

The  reicards  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

WHY  should  I  vex  my  soul  and  fret 
To  see  the  wicked  rise  ? 
Or  envy  sinners  waxing  great, 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As  flow'ry  grass  cut  down  at  noon, 
Before  the  evening  fades, 
So  shall  their  glories  vanish  soon, 
In  everlasting  shades. 


PSALM  XXXVII.  55 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust, 

m  And  practise  all  that's  good ; 
So  shall  I  dwell  among  the  just, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will ; 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  desires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  last  the  earth  possess, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n ; 
True  riches  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  souls  are  giv'n. 

7  Rest  in  the  Lord  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rise, 
Though  Providence  should  long  delay, 
To  punish  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  sinners  join  to  break  yourpeace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  sees 

Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threatning  sword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  slay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  shall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 
Their  persecuting  darts ; 
Shall  their  own  swords  against  them  turn, 
And  pain  surprise  their  hearts. 


56  PSALM  XXXVII. 

PSALM  37.     Second  Part.     CM. 

Charity  to  the  poor. 

WHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast, 
And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanest  portion  of  the  just 
Excels  the  sinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  designs  to  pay ; 
The  saint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  gives 

Amongst  the  sons  of  need, 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blessed  is  his  seed. 

4  He  fears  to  talk  with  lips  profane, 

To  slander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word, 
His  feet  shall  never  slide. 

6  When  sinners  fall,  the  righteous  stand 

Preserv'd  from  ev'ry  snare, 
They  shall  possess  the  promis'd  land 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM  37.     Third  Part.     C.  M. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  ic  felted. 

MY  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
Are  order' d  by  thy  will ; 
Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again, 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  Avays, 
Their  virtues  he  approves ; 


PSALM  XXXVIII.  57 

He  ne'er  deprives  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leaves  the  men  he  loves. 

The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home ; 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 

Of  blessings  long  to  come. 

Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  : 
Ye  shall  confess  their  pride  was  vain, 

When  justice  casts  them  down. 

The  haughty  sinner  have  I  seen, 

Not  fearing  man  or  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 

Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

And  lo!  he  vanish'd  from  the  ground, 

Destroy 'd  by  hands  unseen; 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 

Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness, 

His  sev'ral  steps  attend; 
True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 

And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM  38.     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 

AMID  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
Restore  thy  servant,  Lord : 
Nor  let  a  father's  chast'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

Thine  arrows  stick  within  my  heart, 

My  flesh  is  sorely  prest; 
Between  the  sorrow  and  the  smart, 

My  spirit  finds  no  rest. 

My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone, 


58  PSALM  XXXIX - 

Too  heavy  for  my  soul  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  sea, 

My  head  still  bending  down; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day, 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  sore, 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole; 
The  inward  anguish  makes  me  roar, 
The  anguish  of  my  soul. 

6  All  my  desire  to  thee  is  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  sigh,  and  ev'ry  groan, 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  ; 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry : 
My  God  will  bear  my  spirit  up, 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  My  foes  rejoice  to  see  me  slide 

Into  the  miry  pit ; 
They  raise  their  pleasure  and  their  pride, 
When  they  supplant  my  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confess  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  sin; 
I  feel  how  weak  my  graces  be, 
And  beg  support  divine. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  past, 
And  be  forever  nigh; 
0  Lord  of  my  salvation  haste, 
Before  thy  servant  die. 

PSALM  39.     First  Part     C.  M. 

Prudence  and  zeal. 

THUS  I  resolved  before  the  Lord, 
"  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 


PSALM  XXXIX.  59 

"Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
"Or  do  my  neighbor  wrong." 

And  if  I'm  here  constrain'd  to  stay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  set  a  double  guard  that  day, 

Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

I'll  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel ; 
Lest  scoffers  should  th'  occasion  take 

To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

Yet  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  overaw'd ; 
But  let  the  scoffing  sinners  hear, 

That  I  can  speak  for  God. 

PSALM  39.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days 
Thou  maker  of  my  frame ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

A  span  is  all  that  Ave  can  boast ; 

How  short,  how  fleet  our  time ! 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 

In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move, 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain: 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 

But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show; 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore : 
They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 

And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then, 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 


60  PSALM  XXXIX. 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  desires  recall : 
I  give  my  mortal  in t'  rest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM  39.     Third  Part     C.  M. 

Sick-bed  devotion. 

GOD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 

2  Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command, 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word, 
Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

" Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes;" 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

4  Crush'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dust ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withstand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 

5  This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 

How  soon  the  bubble's  broke  ! 
Adam,  and  all  his  num'rous  race 
Are  vanity  and  smoke. 

6  I'm  but  a  sojourner  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were ; 
May  I  be  well  prepared  to  go 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 

7  But  if  my  life  be  spar'd  awhile 

Before  my  last  remove, 


PSALM   XL.  61 

Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM  40.      First  Part.     C.  M. 

Deliverance  from  great  distress. 

I  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay; 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 

Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

In  a  new,  thankful  song. 

I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ! 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 

Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words,  nor  hours  enough, 

Their  number  to  repeat. 

When  I'm  afflicted,  poor,  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM  40.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  incarnation  and   sacrifice  of    CJirist. 

BEHOLD  the  blest  Redeemer  comes  ! 
Th'  Eternal  Son  appears ! 
And  at   th'  appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares  ! 


62  PSALM  XL. 

2  Jesus  reveal'd  his  Fathers  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  show'd ; 
He  preach'd  the  way  of  righteousness, 
Where  great  assemblies  stood. 

3  His  Father's  honor  touch'd  his  heart, 

He  pitied  sinners'  cries, 
And,  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  sacrifice. 

4  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  shed, 

Could  wash  the  conscience  clean ; 
The  sacrifice  which  Jesus  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  sins. 

5  Then  was  the  great  salvation  spread, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  shook  ; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  proinis'd  seed 
The  serpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM  40.     Third  Part.     L.  M. 

Christ  our  Sacrifice. 

THE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
Exceed  our  praise,  surmount  our  thought ; 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  speech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  spilt, 

Can  cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  hast  set  before  our  eyes 
An  all-sufficient  sacrifice. 

3  In  heav'n  before  his  Father's  throne, 
Complacent  smiles  th'  eternal  Son, 

And  pleas'd,  presents  with  boundless  grace 
Himself  a  ransom  for  our  race. 

4  "  Behold  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries, 

With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes, 
"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
"  Of  sins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 


PSALM  XLL  63 

5  "  Mine  ear  is  opened  to  thy  voice, 

"  My  heart  delighted  with  thy  choice  ; 
"  Pleas'd,  I  assume  a  fleshly  form. 
"  Akin  to  man,  that  dying  worm. 

6  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me  ; 
"  I  must  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part ; 
"  And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

7  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  my  cross  I'm  lifted  high, 

"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  sky. 

8  "  The  Spirit  shall  descend  and  show 

"  What  thou  hast  done,  and  what  I  do, 

"  The  wond'ring  world  shall  learn  thy  grace, 

"  Thy  wisdom  and  thy  righteousness." 

PSALM  41.     L.  M. 

Charity  to  the  poor. 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor ; 
Whose  soul  by  sympathizing  love, 

Feels  what  his  fellow  saints  endure.  * 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do ; 
He  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 

With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heav'n. 


64  PSALM  XLII. 

PSALM  42.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Desertion  and  hope. 

AS  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams. 
When  heated  in  the  chase ; 
So  longs  my  soul,  0  God,  for  thee, 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
0!  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine  ! 

3  Tears  are  my  constant  food,  while  thus 

Insulting  foes  upbraid  :  . 
"  Deluded  wretch  !  where  is  thy  God  ? 
"  And  where  his  promis'd  aid  ?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  davs: 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

5  But  why's  my  soul  sunk  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove : 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love. 

PSALM  42.     Second  Part     C.  M. 

Trust  in  the  goodness  of  God. 

WHY,  0!  my  soul,  why  thus  deprest, 
And  whence  this  anxious  fear? 
Let  former  favors  fix  thy  trust, 
And  check  the  rising  tear. 

2  When  darkness  and  when  sorrow  rose, 
And  press' d  on  every  side, 


PSALM  XLIII.  65 

Did  not  the  Lord  sustain  thy  steps, 
And  was  not  God  thy  guide  ? 

3  Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep, 

Where  wave  resounds  to  wave  : 
Tho'  o'er  my  head  the  billows  roll, 
I  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

4  Perhaps  before  the  morning  dawns, 

He'll  reinstate  my  peace  ; 
For  he  who  bade  the  tempest  roar, 
Can  bid  the  tempest  cease. 

5  In  the  dark  watches  of  the  night, 

I'll  count  his  mercies  o'er  : 
I'll  praise  him  for  ten  thousand  past, 
And  humbly  sue  for  more. 

6  Then,  0!  my  soul,  why  thus  deprest, 

And  whence  this  anxious  fear  ? 
Let  former  favors  fix  thy  trust, 
And  check  the  rising  tear. 

7  Here  will  I  rest,  and  build  my  hopes, 

Nor  murmur  at  his  rod ; 
He's  more  than  all  the  world  to  me, 
My  health,  my  life,  my  God. 

PSALM  43.     C.  M. 

Safety  in  divine  Providence, 

JUDGE  me,  0  God,  and  plead  my  cause 
Against  a  sinful  race; 
From  vile  oppression  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  On  thee  my  steadfast  hope  depends, 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 

To  sink,  in  sorrow,  and  in  vain 

Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  0  send  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 


66  PSALM  XLIV. 

Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,  0  my  God, 

My  joyful  feet  shall  rise, 
And  my  triumphant  song  shall  praise 
The  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

5  Sink  not,  my  soul,  beneath  thy  fear, 

Nor  yield  to  weak  despair; 
For  I  shall  live  to  praise  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  guardian  care. 

PSALM  44.    CM. 

The  church's  complaint  in  persecution. 

LORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace ; 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told, 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  How  thou  didst  build  thy  churches  here, 

And  make  thy  gospel  known : 
Among  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  shone. 

3  In  God  they  boasted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  song. 

4  But  now  our  souls  are  seized  with  shame, 

Confusion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blaspheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falsely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  have  our  steps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  hast  giv'n, 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  destructive  breath; 


PSALM  XLV.  67 

And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  sore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  cause : 
As  sheep  for  slaughter  bound  we  lie 
By  sharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  arise,  Almighty  Lord  ! 

Why  sleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  should  we  look  like  men  abhorrd, 
Or  banished  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  cast  us  off, 

And  still  neglect  our  cries  ? 
Forever  hide  thy  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dust  our  souls  are  bow'd, 

And  lie  upon  the  ground : 
Rise  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  shame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God ; 
We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM  45.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

The  glory  of  Christ  and  the  poicer  of  his  gospel. 

NOW  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jesus  the  Lord :  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race, 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  Dress  thee  in  arms,  most  mighty  Lord  ! 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  sword  ! 


68  PSALM  XLV. 

In  majesty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  sweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  0  God,  forever  stands; 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right, 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  0  God,  thy  God  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  sacred  Spirit,  blest 
Th'  eternal  Son  above  the  rest. 

PSALM  45.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Christ  and  his  Church. 

npHE  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face, 
JL    Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  with  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  purest  gold; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dress, 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne : 
Fair  stranger,  let  thy  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  0  happy  hour !  when  thou  shalt  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies ; 


PSALM  XLVL  69 

And  all  thy  sons  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince,  in  glory  reign. 

Let  endless  honors  crown  his  head; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praises  spread ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 
The  condescension  of  his  love. 

PSALM  46.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

The  safety  of  the  Church. 

GOD  is  our  refuge  in  distress, 
A  present  help  when  dangers  press 
On  him  for  safety  we  relied, 
And  in  his  strength  we  will  confide : 

Though  earth  were  from  her  centre  tost, 
And  mountains  in  the  ocean  lost; 
Or  lofty  hills  from  their  abode, 
Torn  peace-meal  by  the  roaring  flood. 

Let  angry  waves  together  roll'd 
Rage  on  with  fury  uncontroll'd ; 
We  will  not  fear,  whilst  we  depend 
On  God,  who  is  our  constant  friend. 

A  gentler  stream,  that  ever  flows? 
And  joy  to  all  around  bestows, 
The  city  of  the  Lord  shall  fill, 
The  city  where  he's  worship'd  still. 

God  dwells  in  Zion,  whose  strong  tow'rs, 
Shall  mock  th'  assault  of  earthly  pow'rs ; 
And  his  almighty  aid  is  nigh, 
To  those  who  on  his  strength  rely. 

PSALM  46.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

God  creates  peace. 

LET  Zion  in  her  king  rejoice, 
Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rise; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 


0  PSALM  XLVII. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 

And  Jacob's  God  is  still  our  aid  : 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought, 
What  desolations  he  hath  made. 

3  From  sea  to  sea  through  all  the  shores 

He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  spear, 

Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  : 
Keep  silence,  all  the  earth,  and  hear 
The  sound  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  still  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 

"  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 
"  I  will  be  known,  and  fear'd  abroad, 

"But  still  mv  throne  in  Zion  stands. " 

i/ 

6  0  Lord  of  hosts,  almighty  King, 

While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 
Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM  47.     C.  M. 

Christ  ascending  and  reigning. 

OFOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy, 
To  God  the  sov'reign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high ! 

His  heavenlv  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reians. 


PSALM  XLVIII.  71 

4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song-, 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 

6  These  western  climes  are  all  the  Lord's, 

Here  Abraham's  God  is  known  ; 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  shields  and  swords 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM  48.     First  Part.     S.  M. 

The  Church  is  the  honor  and  safety  of  a  nation. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace 

How  beautiful  they  stand ! 

The  honor  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  distress; 
How  bright  hath  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces! 

4  When  kings  against  her  join'd, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud* 

Attempt  to  spoil  our  peace, 
He  sends  his  tempest  roaring  loud, 
And  sinks  them  in  the  seas. 


72  PSALM  XLVIII. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  distress, 

We'll  to  his  house  repair; 
We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  seek  deliv'rance  there. 

PSALM  48     Second  Part.     S.  M. 

The  worship  and  order  of  the  Church. 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known. 
The  world  declares  thy  praise; 
Thy  saints,  0  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand. 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground. 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise ! 

How  glorious  to  behold! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes 
And  rites  adorn  d  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  ^tforship  now. 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 


PSALM  XLIX.  73 

PSALM  49.     First  Part     C.  M. 

The  vanity  of  life  and  riches. 

WHY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
To  insolence  and  pride, 
To  see  his  wealthy  honors  flow 
With  ev'ry  rising  tide? 

2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  scorn, 

Made  of  the  self-same  clay ; 
And  boasts  as  though  his  flesh  were  born 
Of  better  dust  than  they  ? 

3  Not  all  his  treasures  can  procure 

His  soul  a  short  reprieve ; 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  Life  is  a  blessing  can't  be  sold, 

The  ransom  is  too  high ; 
Justice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 

5  He  sees  the  brutish  and  the  wise, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  possessions,  close  their  eyes, 
And  hasten  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  house  shall  ever  stand ; 
"And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Yain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lost, 

How  soon  his  mem'ry  dies ! 

His  name  is  written  in  the  dust, 

Where  his  own  carcass  lies. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way ; 

And  yet  their  sons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  say, 
And  act  their  works  again. 


74  PSALM   L. 

9  Men  void  of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
If  honor  raise  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beasts,  a  thoughtless  race, 
And  like  the  beasts  they  die. 

10  Laid  in  the  grave  like  silly  sheep, 
Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
'Till  the  last  trumpet  breaks  their  sleep 
In  terror  and  despair. 

PSALM  49.     Second  Rirt.     C.  M. 

Death  and  the  resurrection. 

YE  sons  of  pride  that  hate  the  just 
And  trample  on  the  poor: 
When  death  hath  brought  you  down  to  dust, 
Your  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 

2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  the  scene; 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  shall  the  just  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  scorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  soul  receive, 

When  sep'rate  from  the  flesh, 
And  break  the  prison  of  the  grave, 
To  raise  my  bones  afresh. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlasting  home, 

The  inheritance  is  sure ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  resume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

PSALM  50.     First  Part     C.  M. 

The  last  judgment. 

THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say 
"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;  " 


PSALM   L.  75 

No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way ; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm 

Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

Heav'n  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 

His  justice,  and  their  doom. 

"But  gather  all  my  saints,"  he  cries, 
"  That  made  their  peace  with  God 

"By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
"  And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

"  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confess 
"  My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

"  And  heav 'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM  50.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Obedience  is  letter  than  sacrifice. 

THUS  saith  the  Lord,  "The  spacious  fields 
"And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine  ; 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

"  I  ask  no  sheep  for  sacrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  : 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praise, 
.    "  Is  all  that  I  require. 

"Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hand  shall  set  thee  free  ; 
"  Then  shall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 

"  The  honor  due  to  me. 

"  The  man  that  offers  humble  praise, 
"  Declares  my  glory  best ; 


76  PSALM  LI. 

"  And  those  that  tread  my  I10I3-  ways, 
"  Shall  my  salvation  taste." 

PSALM  50.     Third  Part.     C.  M. 

The  judgment  of  hypocrite*. 

Vl7~HEN  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend, 
1  ▼      And  saints  surround  the  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word  : 

2  "Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  slain 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
"Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain, 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  sacrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  statutes  just  and  true, 
"'But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  u  Could  you  expect  to  'scape  my  sight, 

"  And  sin  without  control  ? 
"  But  I  will  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
"With  anguish  in  your  soul." 

5  Consider,  ye  that  slight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  sword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM  51.     First  Part.    L.  M. 

A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 
Are  not  thv  mercies  lars:e  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great  but  can't  surpass 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard  ning  love  be  found. 


PSALM  LI.  77 

3  0  wash  niy  soul  from  ev'ry 'sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

PSALM  51.     Second  Part     L.  M. 

Original  and  actual  sins  confessed. 

LORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean ;  . 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death, 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 
But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  frreat  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true : 
0  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see 
My  danger  and  my  remed  v . 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 


78  PSALM  LI. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  Hood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  sufficient  to  atone; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow ; 
No  Jewisli  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

7  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

PSALM  51.     Third  Part.     L.  M. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Christ. 

OTHOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight ; 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  mox'e. 

4  Though  I  have  gTiev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 


PSALM  LIII.  79 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sov'reign  grace : 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  0  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song; 

And  all  my  power's  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

PSALM  52.     C.  M. 

The  disappointment  of  the  wicked. 

WHY  should  the  mighty  make  their  boast, 
And  heav'nly  grace  despise  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trust, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengeance  shall  destroy, 

And  drive  them  from  his  face ; 
No  more  shall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grove, 

Dress'd  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children,  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  seen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  0  Lord, 

Thy  saints  shall  rest  secure, 
And  all  who  trust  thy  holy  word 
Shall  find  salvation  sure. 

PSALM  53.     First  Part     L.  M. 

Practical  Atheism. 

THERE  is  a  God,  all  nature  cries ; 
The  heav'ns  and  earth  this  truth  confess; 


80  PSALM  LIII. 

Yet  this  the  atheist  fool  denies, 

And  dares  his  impious  thoughts  express. 

2  The  Lord  from  his  celestial  tow'r, 

Look'd  down  the  sons  of  men  to  view ; 
To  see  if  any  own'd  his  pow'r, 

If  any  his  truth  and  justice  knew. 

3  But  all  he  saw  were  gone  aside, 

All  in  their  hearts  were  atheists  grown  : 
None  took  religion  for  their  guide, 
Not  one  did  God  his  sov'reign  own. 

4  0  wretched  state  !  how  fall'n  are  men  ! 

How  guilty,  helpless,  lost,  and  dead ! 
They're  all  concluded  under  sin, 

Their  hope  is  gone,  their  peace  is  fled. 

PSALM  53.     Second  Part     C.    M. 

Deliverance  from  persecution. 

ARE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
Who  thus  devour  her  saints? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  shall  be  seiz'd  with  sad  surprise, 

For  God's  avenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rise 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 

Of  armies  in  array; 
When  God  hast  first  dispers'd  their  hosts, 
They  fall  an  easy  prey. 

4  0  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  restore! 
Jacob  with  all  his  tribes  shall  sing. 
And  Judah  weep  no  more. 


PSALM  LV.  81 

PSALM  54.     6,  8. 

Prayer  for  deliverance  from  enemies. 

MY  God,  preserve  my  soul ! 
0  make  my  spirit  whole  : 
To  save  me  let  thy  strength  appear : 
Strangers  my  steps  surround ; 
Their  pride  and  rage  confound, 

And  bring  thy  great  salvation  near. 

Those  that  against  me  rise 
Are  aliens  from  the  skies : 

They  hate  thy  church  and  kingdom,  Lord, 
They  mock  thy  fearful  name; 
They  glory  in  their  shame, 

Nor  heed  the  wonders  of  thy  word. 

But,  0  thou  King  divine. 
My  chosen  friends  are  thine, 

The  men  that  still  my  soul  sustain. 
Wilt  thou  my  foes  subdue, 
And  form  their  hearts  anew, 

And  snatch  them  from  eternal  pain  ? 

Escap'd  from  ev'ry  wo, 
0  grant  me  here  below, 

To  praise  thy  name  with  those  I  love : 
And,  when  beyond  the  skies, 
Our  souls  unbodied  rise, 

Unite  us  in  the  realms  above. 

PSALM  55.     First  Part     C.  M. 

Support  for  the  afflicted  and  tempted  soul. 

OGOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
Behold  my 'flowing  tears; 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

Their  rage  is  level' d  at  my  life ; 
My  soul  with  guilt  they  load, 


82        .  PSALM  LV: 

And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  strife, 
To  shake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-strings  sound, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath ; 
Horror  and  fear  beset  me  round, 
Among  the  shades  of  death. 

4  0 !  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

Soon  would  I  stretch  my  wings, 
And  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  these  restless  things. 

5  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  storms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Yain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all, 

To  'scape  the  rage  of  hell ! 
The  mighty  God  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  save  me  here  as  well. 

PSALM  55.     Second  Part.     S.  M. 

Daily  devotion?;. 

LET  sinners  take  their  course, 
And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  Mv  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

0  my  eternal  God, 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel; 


PSALM  LVL  83 

They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

But  I  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 

His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands, 

No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM  56.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Deliverance  from  oppression. 

OTHOU,  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 
And  makes  th'  oppressors  cease ; 
Behold,  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

The  sons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rise, 

My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

In  God,  most  holy,  just  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  trust; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flesh  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

They  wrest  my  words  to  mischief  still, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults ; 
Mischief  doth  all  their  counsels  fill, 

And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

Shall  they  escape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Must  their  devices  stand  ? 
0  cast  the  haughty  sinner  down, 

And  let  him  know  thy  hand. 


84  PSALM  LVII. 

PSALM  56.     Second   Part.     C.  M. 

God's  care  of  his  people. 

GOD  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 
Their  groans  affect  his  ears ; 
Thou  hast  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

2  When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee ; 
So  swift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  sky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

3  In  thee,  most  holy,  just  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  trust ; 
Nor  wrill  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

4  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise ; 
I'll  sing,  "  HowT  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 
"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways !" 

5  Thou  hast  secur'd  my  soul  from  death, 

0  set  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employed  for  thee. 

PSALM  57.     L.  M. 

Praise  for  protection,  grace,  and  truth. 

MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
Of  boundless  love,  and  grace  unknown ; 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
'Till  the  dark  cloud  is  over  blown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  send  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform, 
He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning  storm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God  ! 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 


PSALM  LVIII.  85 

Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
Let  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

My  heart  is  fix'd,  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 

My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky, 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 

When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God ! 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM  58.     P.  M. 

Warning  to  Magistrates. 

JUDGES  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
Will  ye  despise  the  righteous  cause, 
When  vile  oppression  wastes  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  sinners  'scape  secure, 

While  gold  and  greatness  bribe  your  hand  ? 

Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  justice  reigns ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains. 

A  poison'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  sharp,  the  poison  strong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds; 
You  hear  nb  counsels,  cries,  nor  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  stops  her  ears 

Against  the  power  of  charming  sounds. 

8 


86  PSALM  LIX. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God ! 
Those  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  ; 

And  crush  the  serpents  in  the  dust : 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rise, 
Before  the  sweeping  tempest  flies, 

So  let  their  names  and  hopes  be  lost. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  sky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  snow  dissolve  and  run, 
Or  snails  that  perish  in  their  slime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  see  the  sun. 

6  Thus  shall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  saints  afford ; 

And  all  that  hear  shall  join  and  say, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  suff  'rings  well  repay." 

PSALM  59.     S.  M. 

Complaints  against  invading  foes. 

FROM  foes  that  round  us  rise, 
0  God  of  heav'n  defend, 
Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  skies, 
And  with  thy  saints  contend. 

2  Behold  from  distant  shores 

And  desert  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  through  our  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  silent  shade 

Their  secret  plots  they  lay ; 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  waste  the  fields  by  day.  . 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardless  of  our  pain, 


PSALM   LX.  87 

Permit  secure  that  impious  race 
To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 

In  vain  their  secret  guile 

Or  open  force  they  prove ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepest  veil, 

His  hand  their  strength  remove. 

Yet  save  them,  Lord,  from  death, 

Lest  we  forget  their  doom; 
But  drive  them  with  thine  angry  breath, 

Through  distant  lands  to  roam. 

Then  shall  our  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God ; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 

And  sound  the  praise  abroad. 

PSALM  60.     C.  M. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  in  icar. 

IORD,  thou  hast  scourg'd  our  guilty  land, 
J  Behold  thy  people  mourn; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return? 

Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye 

Earth's  haughty  towers  decay ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  speads  the  sky, 

And  mortals  melt  away. 

Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 
0  heal  the  nation  thou  hast  broke, 

And  save  the  sinking  land. 

Exalt  the  banner  in  the  field, 

For  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
From  barb'rous  hosts  thy  people  shield, 

And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 

Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
And  be  their  guardian  God : 


88  PSALM  LXI. 

In  vain  shall  num'rous  powers  unite 
Against  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  beneath  thy  guiding  hand 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown ; 
'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  stand, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 

PSALM  61.     First  Part     S.  M. 

Safety  in    God. 

WHEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
My  heart  within  me  dies ; 
Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  1  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  0  lead  me  to  the  rock, 

That's  high  above  my  head ; 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide ; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

PSALM  61.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Jesus  is  our  King. 

MY  soul  of  thy  protection  sure, 
Against  her  foes  shall  rest  secure ; 
For  thou,  0  God,  hast  heard  my  vows, 
And  brought  me  joyful  to  thy  house. 

2  With  all  thy  saints  I'll  strive  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  heavenly  King, 
Whom  thou  in  mercy  didst  ordain, 
Should  o'er  thy  chosen  people  reign. 


PSALM  LXIL  89 

Jesus  shall  live  for  ever  blest, 
And  give  his  people  peace  and  rest ; 
His  years  shall  last,  and  God  will  own 
His  righteous  sceptre,  and  his  throne. 

0  let  thy  truth  prepare  the  way, 
In  mercy,  Lord,  extend  his  sway ; 
Thus  we'll  devote  our  future  days, 
To  pay  our  vows,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

PSALM   62.     L.  M. 

Faith  in  the  grace  and  power  of  the  Redeemer.   ■ 

MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone ; 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

False  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  baser  sort  are  vanity ; 
Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust, 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dust ; 
Why  will  ye  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  spoke  ? 

Once  hath  his  awful  voice  cleclar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
"  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due ; 
"  He  must  be  fear'd  and  trusted  too." 

For  sov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne ; 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 

8* 


90  PSALM  LXIII. 

PSALM  63/    First  Part.     C.  M 

The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r, 

Through  all  thy  temples  shine ; 
My  God  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

3  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

PSALM  63.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

The  love  of  God  better  than  life. 

GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  Great  and  Good,  thou  Just  and  Wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear, 

Among  thy  saints  and  seek  thy  face ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow'r  of  sov'reign  grace. 

4  Not  fruits  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  taste, 

Nor  all  the  joys  our  senses  know, 


i 


PSALM  LXIII.  91 

Could  make  me  so  divinely  blest, 
Or  raise  my  cheerful  passion  so. 

My  life  itself  without  thy  love 

No  taste  of  pleasure  could  afford ; 
;T  would  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove. 

If  I  were  banish'd  from  the  Lord. 

Amidst  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  busy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 

I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  praise  or  pray; 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM  63.     Third  Part     S.  M. 

Seeking  God. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue     % 
This  joy;  to  call  thee  mine  : 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

My  thirsty  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore ; 
Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place ; 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold 

And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 
And  on  thy  watchtul  providence 

My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps ; 


92  PSALM  LXV. 

I  follow  where  rny  father  leads, 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 

PSALM  64.     L.  M. 

Hope  in  God  for  deliverance  from  enemies. 

GREAT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
Nor  let  my  drooping  spirit  faint ; 
When  foes  in  secret  spread  the  snare, 
Let  my  salvation  be  thy  care. 

2  Shield  me  without,  and  guard  within 
From  vile  temptations  and  from  sin ; 
May  envy,  lust,  and  pride  depart, 
And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 

3  Thy  justice  and  thy  pow'r  display, 
And  scatter  far  thy  foes  away ; 
Whilst  list'ning  nations  learn  thy  word 
And  saints  triumphant  praise  the  Lord. 

4  Then  shall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PSALM  65.     First  Part.    C.  M. 

A  prayer-hearing  God. 

PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
There  shall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray, 
All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine; 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  skill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  sin. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choose 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thy  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 


PSALM  LXV.  93 

4  In  answ'ring  what  thy  church  requests, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  shine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  won'dring  nations  see 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just ; 
And  distant  islands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  signs  in  heav'n  appear ; 
But  they  shall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  65.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Tlie  Providence  of  God  in  enV,  earth  and  sea. 

TIS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 
God  of  eternal  pow'r; 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine ; 
When  clouds  distill  in  fruitful  show'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wand'ring  cisterns  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whose  wat'ry  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


94  PSALM  LXVI. 

PSALM  65.     Third  Part.     C.  M. 

The  blessings  of  the  spring. 

GOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
Who  makes  the  earth  his  care ; 
Visits  the  pastures  ev'ry  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  soften' d  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring ; 
The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  side 

Kejoice  at  falling  show'rs ; 
The  meadows,  dress'd  in  beauteous  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refresh'd  with  rain, 

Promise  a  joyful  crop; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raise  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways ! 
The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

PSALM  66.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Our  graces  tried  by  afflictions. 

SING  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  with  a  joyful  noise ; 
With  melody  of  sound  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  shakes  the  sky, 
"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 


PSALM  LXVI.  95 

"  Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

He  rules  by  his  resistless  might ; 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  eternal  to  the  fight, 

And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

0  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease ; 

Ye  saints  fulfil  his  praise  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

Lord,  thou  hast  prov'd  our  suff 'ring  souls 

To  make  our  graces  shine ; 
So  silver  bears  the  burning  coals 

The  metal  to  refine. 

Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways, 

We  march  at  thy  command ; 
Led  to  possess  the  promis'd  place 

By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSALM  G6.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  hearing  prayer. 

NOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
To  that  Almighty  pow'r, 
Who  heard  the  long  requests  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God  and  hear 

The  wonders  he  hath  done. 

When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 

I  sought  his  heav'nly  aid : 
He  sav'd  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 

And  death's  eternal  shade. 

If  sin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 


96  PSALM  LXVII. 

The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praises  sung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blest) 
Hath  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  request, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM  67.     C.  M. 

The  jjrosperifi/  of  the  nation,  and  increase  of  the  Church. 

SHINE  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine, 
With  beams  of  heav  nly  grace  ! 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coasts, 
And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  Here  fix  thy  throne  exalted  high, 

And  here  our  glory  stand  ; 

And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 

Surround  thy  favorite  land. 

3  When  shall  thy  name  from  shore  to  shore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice ; 
Let  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praise, 
And  thankful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  th'  sov'reign  Judge, 

That  sits  enthron'd  above, 
Wisely  commands  the  worlds  he  made, 
In  justice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  shall  confess  her  Maker's  hand, 

And  yield  a  full  increase ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land 
With  fruitf ulness  and  peace. 

7  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 

His  choicest  favors  here, 


PSALM  LXVIII.  97 

While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore  and  fear. 

PSALM  68.     First  Part     L.  M. 

TJie  vengeance  and  compassion  of  God. 

LET  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 
And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight, 
As  smoke  that  sought  to  cloud  the  skies 
Before  the  rising  tempest  flies. 

2  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  sky, 
His  name  Jehovah  sounds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace  : 

Ye  saints  rejoice  before  his  face. 

3  The  widow  and  the  fatherless 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  sharp  distress  ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helpless  find 
A  Judge  that's  just,  a  father  kind. 

4  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  see  the  light  again: 
But  rebels  that  dispute  his  will, 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still. 

5  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong ; 
Crown  him  ye  nations  in  your  song ; 

His  wondrous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

6  He  shakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms, 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms! 

In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

7  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blest ; 
He's  j^our  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest: 
When  terrors  rise  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 


L 


98  PSALM  LXVIII. 

PSALM  68.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

The  ascension  of  Christ,  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

ORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  fill'd  the  sky ; 
Those  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
While  he  pronounced  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thousands  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'cl  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  asjain. 

PSALM  G8.      Third  Part.     L.  M. 

,  Praise  for  common  and  special  mercies. 

WE  bless  the  Lord,  the  just,  the  good, 
Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  fcocl : 
Who  pours  his  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  supplies. 

2  He  sends  the  sun  his  circuit  round, 
To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refresh  the  thirsty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  escapes  from  death; 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong. 
He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  strong. 

4  He  makes  the  saint  and  sinner  prove 
The  common  blessings  of  his  love; 


PSALM  LXIX.  99 

But  the  wide  difference  that  remains, 
Is  endless  joy  and  endless  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  serpent's  head, 
On  all  the  serpent's  seed  shall  tread : 
The  stubborn  sinner's  hope  confound, 
And  smite  him  with  a  lasting  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  saints  shall  raise 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  seas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above; 
There  shall  they  taste  his  special  love. 

PSALM  69.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Christ's  passion,  and  the  sinner's  salvation. 

DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord; 
Behold!  the  rising  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
While  hosts  of  hell  and  power's  of  death, 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curs'd  design. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove ; 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  sins  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restor'd : 

His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  0  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live ! 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  shame. 


100  PSALM  LXIX. 

PSALM  69.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

The  sufferings  and  zeal  of  Christ. 

TWAS  for  my  sake,  eternal  God, 
Thy  Son  snstain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  base  reproach  and  sore  disgrace  ;  ' 
And  shame  defil'd  his  sacred  face. 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  sin. 
While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him  but  without  a  cause. 

3  "My  Father's  house,"  said  he,  "was  made 
"  A  j)lace  for  worship,  not  for  trade  ;  " 
Then  scattering  all  their  gold  and  brass, 
He  scourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place. 

4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God, 
Consum'd  his  life,  expos' d  his  blood ; 
Eeproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown. 

He  felt  and  mourn'cl  them  as  his  own. 

5  His  friends  forsook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  surround  his  head; 
They  curse  him  with  a  sland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  false  judge  maintains  the  wrong. 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blasphemies ; 
They  nail  him  to  the  shameful  tree ; 
There  humr  my  Lord,  who  died  for  me. 

7  Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  stones, 
Insult  his  piety  and  groans ; 

Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there. 
And  mock'd  his  thirst  with  vinegar. 

8  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Mark'd  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  due  vengeance  on  their  head. 


PSALM  LXX.  101 

PSALM  69.     Third  Part.     CM. 

God  glorified  in  the  obedience  and  death  of  Christ, 

FATHER,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 
I  bless  my  Saviour's  name ; 
He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

His  deep  distress  hath  rais'd  us  high ; 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfill'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 

And  finish'd  all  thy  will. 

His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs 

Shall  better  please  my  God, 
Than  harp's  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound, 

Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

This  shall  his  humble  followers  see, 

And  set  their  hearts  at  rest ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 

And  live  forever  blest. 

Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 

To  God  their  voices  raise ; 
While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky, 

And  join  t'  advance  the  praise. 

Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates ; 
And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 

For  thine  own  Israel  waits. 

PSALM  70.     C.  M. 

Protection  against  personal  enemies. 

IN  haste,  0  God,  attend  my  call, 
Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain ; 
0  let  thy  speed  prevent  my  fall, 
And  still  my  hope  sustain. 

When  foes  insidious  wound  my  name, 
And  tempt  my  soul  astray, 


102  PSALM  LXXI. 

Then  let  them  fall,  with  lasting  shame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  salvation  raise  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  0  thou,  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  sore  dismay ; 
In  pity  hasten  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM  71.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

The  aged  saint's  reflection  and  hope. 

MY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 
I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthen' d  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flesh  was  fashion'd  by  thy  pow'r. 

With  all  these  limbs  of  mine  ; 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  hath  my  life  new  wonders  seen 

Repeated  every  year ; 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I'll  trust  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arise ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glories  shine 
When'er  thy  servant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  history  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  day<. 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  every  page. 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praise. 


PSALM  LXXI.  103 

PSALM  71.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Christ  is  our  strength  and  righteousness. 

MY  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ! 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  .courage  in  thy  strength 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King  ! 
My  soul,  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

6  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God; 
His  death  hath  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  sav'd  me  by  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs, 

With  this  delightful  song, 

I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  think  the  season  long. 

PSALM  71,     Third  Part     C.  M. 

The  aged  Christian' sprayer  and  song. 

GOD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
The  guide  of  all  my  days,- 


104  PSALM  LXXII. 

I  have  declared  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  the  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  surviving  age  ; 
And  leave  a  savor  of  thy  name, 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
0  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

5  Thy  righteousness  is  deep  and  high, 

Unsearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  my  praise  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prest  me  sore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  sov'reign  power  to  save ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securelv  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lay  buried  deep  in  dust, 

My  flesh  shall  be  thy  care  ; 
These  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  I  trust. 
To  raise  them  strong  and  fair. 

PSALM  72.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

The  kingdom  of  Christ. 

GBEAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 


PSALM  LXXII.  105 

Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  submits  to  his  commands ; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distills 
Like  heav  nly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

6  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM  72.     Second  Part,     L.  M. 

Christ's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3  For  him  shall  endless  pray'r  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 


lF>  9 


106  PSALM  LXXIII. 

His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 

4  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  sons: ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

5  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  joyful  pris'ner  bursts  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

6  Where  he  displays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

7  Let  ev'ry  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King : 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 


PSALM  73.     First  Part.     S.  M. 

The  mystery  of  Providence  unfolded. 

SURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

I  saw  the  wicked  rise, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  scornful  eyes, 

In  robes  of  honor  shine. 

Pamper'd  with  wanton  ease, 
Their  flesh  looks  full  and  fair ; 

Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  seas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
That  pious  souls  endure ; 


PSALM  LXX1II.  107 

Through  all  their  life  oppression  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blaspheme 

The  everlasting  God: 
Their  malice  blasts  the  good  man's  name, 
And  spreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rise  : 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  sees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  skies  ?  " 

7  The  tumults  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 
Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought, 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r 

Did  my  mistakes  amend; 
I  view'd  the  sinner's  life  before, 
But  here  I  learn'd  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  slippYy  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go  ! 
And  0,  that  dreadful  fiery  deep, 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now. 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

PSALM  73.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

GOD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  forever  near ; 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels.  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wilderness ; 


108  PSALM  LXXIV. 

Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat. 
To  dwell  before  thy  lace. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  ruv  God, 

'T would  be  no  joy  to  me ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Behold,  the  sinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  presence  die ; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
(Jan  save  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God. 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad. 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  74.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

The  Church  pleading  under  sore  persecution. 

"VY^ILL  God  forever  cast  us  off  ? 

▼  T      His  wrath  forever  smoke 
Against  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chosen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  so  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemers  blood ; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot. 
Where  once  thy  glory  stood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet  and  march  in  haste, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls: 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  waste 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  sang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  roar; 


PSALM  LXXIV.  109 

Over  thy  gates  their  ensigns  hang. 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5  How  are  the  seats  of  worship  broke  ! 

They  tear  the  buildings  down  ; 
And  he  that  deals  the  heaviest  stroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  destroy 

Thy  children  in  their  nest : 
"  Come,  let  us  burn  at  once,"  they  cry, 
"  The  temple  and  the  priest." 

7  And  still  to  heighten  our  distress, 

Thy  presence  is  withdrawn ; 
Thy  wonted  signs  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  speaks  to  calm  our  woes, 

The  best,  the  wisest  mourn ; 
And  not  a  friend  nor  promise  shows 
The  time  of  thy  return. 

PSALM  74.     Second    Part.      C.  M. 

A  prayer  of  the  Church  for  deliverance  from  great  afflictions. 

HOW  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 
Shall  men  of  pride  blaspheme  ? 
Shall  saints  be  made  their  endless  song, 
And  bear  immortal  shame  ? 

2  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darkness  and  the  day  ? 
Didst  thou  not  bid  the  morning  shine, 
And  mark  the  sun  his  way? 

3  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coast, 

And  set  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  summer's  heat,  and  winter's  frost, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds? 

4  And  shall  the  sons  of  earth  and  dust 

That" sacred  pow'r  blaspheme? 

10 


110  PSALM  LXXV. 

Will  not  thy  hand  that  fonnd  them  first, 
Avenge  thine  injur  d  name? 

5  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  hast  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love, 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade, 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

6  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jest ; 
Plead  thy  own  cause,  Almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  rest. 

PSALM  75.     L.  M. 

The  hand  of  God  acknoidedijed. 

ri^O  thee,  most  high  and  holy  God, 
-1-    To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raise; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad, 

Thy  wondrous  works  demand  our  praise. 

2  To  slav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chosen  sons 

Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rise. 
And  sore  oppress'd  by  earthly  thrones,  c 
Thev  sought  the  sov'rei°ii  of  the  skies. 

3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  pow'r 

Arose  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace. 

To  scourge  their  legions  from  the  shore, 

And  save  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand  that  formed  the  restless  main, . 

And  rear'd  the  mountains'  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  seas  their  course  restrain. 
And  desert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  wind  such  blessings  blow ; 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

G  Let  haughty  tyrants  sink  their  pride. 
Nor  lift  so  high  their  scornful  head, 


PSALM  LXXVL  111 

But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  aside, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

PSALM  76.     CM. 

God  protects  his  Church. 

IN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known, 
His  name  in  Israel  great ; 
In  Salem  stood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  seat. 

2  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  else, 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

3  'Twas  Zion's  King  that  stopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands; 
The  men  of  might  slept  fast  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

4  At  thy  rebuke,  0  Jacob's  God, 

Botli  horse  and  chariot  fell; 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

5  When  God  in  his  own  sov'reign  ways, 

Comes  down  to  save  th'  opprest, 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise, 
And  he'll  restrain  the  rest. 

6  Yow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring, 

Ye  princes  fear  his  frown. 
His  terror  shakes  the  proudest  king, 
And  cuts  an  army  down. 

7  The  thunder  of  his  sharp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  shall  feel, 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forsook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  still. 


112  PSALM  LXXVII. 

PSALM  77.    First  Part.     C.  M. 

Hope  prevailing  over  despondejicy . 

'0  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice, 


T 


I  sought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  sad  day  when  trouble  rose, 
And  filled  the  night  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  soul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  just  and  wise, 
But  thoughts'  increased  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complaind,  and  still  opprest, 

My  heart  began  to  break; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  rest, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  sorrows  grew, 

Till  I  could  speak  no  more; 
Then  I  within  mvself  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face; 
My  spirit  searched  for  secret  crimes 
That  might  withold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoyed  before ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind, 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  forever  cast  me  off, 

His  promise  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  still  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 

This  dark,  despairing  frame; 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought, 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 


PSALM  LXXVIL  113 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flesh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  with  justice  on  the  throne ; 
And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  sanctuary  known 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  77.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  Providence. 

HOW  awful  is  thy  chast'ning  rod ! 
(May  thy  own  children  say) 
"The  great,  the  wise,  the  dreadful  God, 
"How  holy  is  his  way!" 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  trust  his  love. 

3  He  saw  the  house  of  Jacob  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  opprest ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  rest. 

4  The  sons  of  pious  Jacob  seem'd 

Abandoned  to  their  foes; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  that  he  chose. 

5  From  slavish  chains  he  set  them  free, 

They  follow  where  he  calls ; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  sea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  saw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  saw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  stood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

10* 


114  PSALM  LXXVIII. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  sea, 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  unknown ; 

Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 

That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock ; 

And  safe,  by  Moses'  hand, 
Through  a  dry  desert  led  his  flock 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  78.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Providence  recorded  for  the  instruction  of  Children. 

LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 
Which  God  perform'd  of  old, 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace, 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  ev'ry  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn, 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn  in  God  alone 

Their  hopes  securely  stands ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works 
But  practice  his  commands. 

PSALM  78     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Israel's  rebellion  and  punishment. 

OWhat  a  stiff,  rebellious  house 
Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
False  to  their  own  most  solemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love. 
And  did  his  laws  despise ; 


PSALM  LXXVIII.  115 

Forgot  the  works  he  wrought,  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  saw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 

From  his  avenging  hand ; 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  stubborn  land  ! 

4  They  saw  him  cleave  the  mighty  sea, 

And  march'd  in  safety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
Till  they  had  'scap'd  the  foe. 

6  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
Compos'd  of  shade  and  light, 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  shelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirst  supplied; 

The  gushing  waters  fell, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  side, 
A  constant  miracle. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  most  high ; 

And  dar'd  distrust  his  hand ; 
"  Can  he  with  bread  our  host  supply 
"  Amidst  this  desert  land  ?  " 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame ; 
His  terrors  ever  stand  prepar'cl 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM  78.     Third  Part     C.  M. 

Israel  punished  for  intemperance. 

WHEN  Israel  sinn'd,  the  Lord  reprov'd, 
And  filled  their  hearts  with  dread; 
Yet  he  forgave  the  tribes  he  lov'd, 
And  sent  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  treasures  known : 


116  PSALM  LXXIX. 

He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provision  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  show'r, 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
The  corn  of  heav'n,  so  light,  so  pure, 
As  though  't  were  angel's  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  said, 

"  Manna  is  all  our  feast ; 
"  We  loathe  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
"  We  must  have  flesh  to  taste. " 

5  aYe  shall  have  flesh  to  please  your  lust," 

The  Lord  in  wrath  replied, 
And  sent  them  quails,  like  sand  or  dust 
Heap'd  up  from  side  to  side. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  desire, 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  secret  fire, 
And  smote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  some  were  slain,  the  rest  return'd 

And  sought  the  Lord  with  tears; 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  soon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chastis'd,  and  still  forgave, 

Till  by  his  gracious  hand, 
The  nation  he  resolv'd  to  save 
Possess'd  the  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  79.     L.  M. 

Complaint  of  the  Church  against  enemies. 

BEHOLD,  0  God,  what  cruel  foes 
Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 
Thy  holy  temple  stands  defil'd, 
In  dust  thy  sacred  walls  are  laid. 

2  Wide  o'er  the  valleys,  drench'd  in  blood, 
Thy  people  fall'ii  in  death  remain  ; 


PSALM  LXXX.  117 

The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  flesh  devour, 
And  savage  beasts  divide  the  slain. 

3  Th'  insulting  foes  with  impious  rage, 

Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face ; 
"  Where  is  your  God  of  boasted  pow'r, 
"  And  where  the  promise  of  his  grace  ?" 

4  Deep  from  the  prison's  horrid  gloom, 

0  hear  the  mournful  captive  sigh, 
And  let  thy  sov'reign  pow'r  reprieve 
The  trembling  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 

5  Let  those  who  dar'd't  insult  thy  reign, 

Return  dismay'd  with  endless  shame ; 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  despise, 
Shall  from  thy  vengeance  learn  thy  name. 

6  So  shall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 

Eternal  songs  of  honor  raise ; 
And  ev'ry  future  age  shall  tell 

Thy  sov'reign  pow'r  and  pard'ning  grace. 

PSALM  80.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

The  prayer  of  the  Church  under  affliction. 

GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep. 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now ; 

Shine  from  on  high  and  guide  us  through ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hosts  obey, 
How  long  shall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Instead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  saints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed ; 


118  .        PSALM  LXXX. 

Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

PSALM  80.    Second  Part.     L.  M. 

The  vineyard  of  God  wasted. 

LORD  thou  hast  planted  with  thy  hands, 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ; 
Thy  pow'r  defended  it  around, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich'd  the  ground! 

2  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 
And  bless  the  nations  with  the  fruit ! 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

3  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defaced? 
Why  hast  thou  laid  her  fences  waste  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  against  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beast  devours  thy  vine. 

4  Return,  Almighty  Gocl,  return, 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

PSALM  80.  .  Third  Part     L.  M. 

Christ  the  defender  of  his  Church. 

LORD,  when  thy  vine  in  Canaan  grew 
Thou  wast  its  strength  and  glory  too  ; 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
'Till  the  fair  branch  of  promise  rose. 

2  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  shoot 
From  David's  stock,  from  Jacob's  root; 
Himself  a  noble  vine,  and  we 

The  lesser  branches  of  the  tree. 

3  'Tis  thy  own  Son,  and  he  shall  stand 
Girt  with  thy  strength,  at  thy  right  hand ; 
Th'  Eternal  Son,  enthron'd  and  blest, 

To  give  his  suff'ring  people  rest. 


PSALM  LXXXII.  119 

4  0  for  his  sake  attend  our  cry, 

Shine  on  thy  churches,  lest  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

PSALM  81.     S.M. 

The  warnings  of  God  to  his  people. 

SING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise ; 
God  is  our  strength,  our  Saviour  God, 
Let  Israel  hear  his  voice. 

2  From  vile  idolatry, 

"  Preserve  my  worship  clean  : 
"  I  am  the  Lord  who  set  thee  free 
"  From  slavery  and  sin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  desires  abroad 

"  And  I'll  supply  them  well ; 
"  But  if  ye  will  refuse  your  God, 
"If  Israel  will  rebel, 

4  I'll  leave  them,  saith  the  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  lusts  a  prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
"  'Tis  their  own  chosen  way. 

5  Yet,  0,  that  all  my  saints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice ! 
"  Soon  would  I  ease  their  sore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  destroy'd  their  foes, 

"  I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 
"  And  they  should  taste  the  stream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  Rock." 


A 


PSALM  82.     L.  M. 

God  the  supreme  ruler  ;   or,  magistrates  warned. 

MONG  th'  assemblies  of  the  great, 
A  greater  ruler  takes  his  seat ; 


120  PSALM   LXXXIII. 

The  God  of  heav'n,  as  judge  surveys 
Those  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  why  support  th'  unrighteous  cause  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend- the  poor, 
That  sinners  vex  the  saints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not.  Lord,  nor  will  they  know, 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  shall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arise,  0  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM  83.     C.  M. 

The  prayer  of  the  Church  against  persecutors. 


A 


ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
Perpetual  silence  keep  ? 


The  God  of  justice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  sleep  ? 

2  Behold  what  cursed  snares 

The  men  of  mischief  spread  ; 
The  men  that  hate  thy  saints  and  thee. 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Against  thy  hidden  ones 

Their  counsels  they  employ: 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Pursues  them  to  destroy. 

4  "  Come  let  us  join."  they  cry. 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
"Till  not  the  name  of  saints  remain, 
"  Nor  mem'ry  shall  be  found." 

5  Awake.  Almighty  God  ! 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 


PSALM  LXXXIV.  121 

Give  them  like  forests  to  the  fire,     • 
Or  stubble  to  the  wind. 

6  Convince  their  madness,  Lord  ! 

And  make  them  seek  thy  name, 
Or  else  their  stubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  shame. 

7  Then  shall  the  nations  know 

That  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  sov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  84.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

The  pleasure  of  public  worship. 

HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
0  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are ; 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  the  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee. 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  nest ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
That  pleasure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty  : 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

5  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentle  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praise. 

6  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

n 


122  PSALM  LXXXIV. 

God  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

PSALM  84.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Grace  and  glory '. 

GREAT  God  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs, 
To  spend  one  clay  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  0  God  of  grace ; 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r. 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin ; 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  God  will  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
Xo  real  good  from  upright  sotlls. 

5  0  God,  our  King,  thy  sov'reign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heav'n  obey  ; 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee ; 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee! 

PSALM  84.      Third  Part.     H.  M. 

Longing  for  the  House  of  God. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above. 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 


PSALM  LXXXIV.  123 

To  thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires,  to  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 

With  pleasure  seek  a  nest, 
And  wandering  swallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  rest : 
My  spirit  faints  with  equal  zeal 
To  rise  and  dwell  among  thy  saints. 

3  0  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
0  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there ! 
They  praise  thee  still:  and  happy  they 
That  love  the  wa}^  to  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 
0  glorious  seat,  when  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet! 

5  To  spend  one  sacred  day, 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside  : 
Where  God  resorts,  I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door,  than  shine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 

We  draw  our  blessings  thence  : 
He  shall  bestow  on  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace  and  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 

His  hand  no  good  witholds 
From  those  his  heart  approves, 


124  PSALM  LXXXV. 

From  pure  and  pious  souls. 
Thrice  happy  he,  0  God  of  hosts, 
Whose  spirit  trusts  alone  in  thee  ! 

PSALM  85.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Waiting  for  on  answer  to  prayer. 

LORD,  thou  hast  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
Thou  hast  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Israel  sinn'd, 

And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate ; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  salvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word, 
We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say; 

He'll  speak  and  give  his  people  peace ; 
But  let  them  run  no  more  astray, 
Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

PSALM  85.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Salvation  by  Christ. 

SALVATION  is  forever  nigh 
The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord ; 
And  grace  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n ; 
By  his  obedience  so  complete, 

Justice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 


PSALM   LXXXVI.  125 

And  heav'nly  influence  bless  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God ; 
Our  wand'ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps,  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM  86.     First  Part     C.  M. 

A  general,  song  of  praise  to  God. 

AMONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord ! 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  hast  made,  shall  bring 

Their  off'rings  round  thy  throne ; 
For  thou  alone  dost  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 

Teach  me  thy  heav'nly  ways, 
And  my  poor  scatter' d  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praise. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  those  sweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  sinking  soul 
Rose  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  86.     Second  Part     L.  M. 

Mourning  over  unbelief,  and  pleading  for  the  evidence  of  an  interest 

in  Christ. 

JESUS,  my  God,  my  all  in  all, 
Display  thy  pow'r,  unveil  thy  face ; 
Wilt  thou  not  hear  when  sinners  call  ? 
Is  not  thy  reign  a  reign  of  grace  ? 

2  A  thousand  times  my  tongue  hath  said, 

"  Bought  with  a  price,  I'm  not  my  own;" 


126  PSALM  LXXXVI. 

A  thousand  times  my  soul  hath  fled, 
And  sought  relief  before  thy  throne. 

3  But  now  I  grope  as  in  the  night, 

I  can't  believe,  and  dare  not  trust ; 
My  path  is  hedg'd,  I  see  no  light, 
My  hopes  are  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

4  With  fears  that  all  experience  past 

Hath  been  delusive,  false  and  vain, 
I  dread,  lest  falling  short  at  last, 
I  never  shall  the  prize  obtain. 

5  When  to  the  cross  I  wish  to  fly, 

And  see  the  blood  of  sprinkling  flow, 
To  Sinai's  mount,  not  Calvary, 
A  legal  spirit  bids  me  go. 

6  Striving  to  stretch  my  wither'd  arms, 

I  fain  would  give  myself  away ; 
But  sins  and  guilt  excite  alarms, 
And  check  a  near  approach  to  thee. 

7  0,  if  already  I've  believ'd, 

If  Christ  and  I  indeed  be  one, 
Then  prove  thyself  my  help  and  shield, 
Or  let  the  work  be  now  begun, 

8  Show  me  a  token,  Lord,  for  good, 

And  let  me  know  that  I  am  thine ; 
Dispel  my  doubts,  disperse  the  cloud, 
And  on  my  soul  benignant  shine. 

9  Now,  let  the  Spirit  from  above 

Bear  witness  to  my  troubled  heart ; 
Now  shed  abroad  my  Father's  love, 
And  filial  confidence  impart. 

10  Then  shall  my  foes  who  hate  me,  see 
That  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints  ; 
That  he  hath  heard  and  helped  me, 

And  chang'd  to  praise  my  sad  complaints. 


PSALM  LXXXVIII.  127 

PSALM  87.     L.  M.  ;  . 

The  Christian  Church. 

GOD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
Foundation  for  his  heav'nly  praise  ; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

His  mercy  visits  ev'ry  house 
That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows, 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

What  glories  were  describ'd  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  in  Zion  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 
Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 
As  one  new  born  and  nourish'd  there. 

PSALM  88.      L.  P.  M. 

Loss  of  friends,  and  absence  of  Divine  Grace. 

OGOD  of  my  salvation  hear 
My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  pray'r, 
That  still  employ  my  wasting  breath  ; 
My  soul,  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  sov'reign  pow'r  to  save 
From  dark  despair  and  lasting  death. 

Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  soul, 
And  waves  of  sorrow  o'er  me  roll, 

While  dust  and  silence  spread  the  gloom  : 
My  friends,  belov'd  in  happier  days, 


128  PSALM  LXXXIX. 

The  dear  companions  of  my  ways. 
Descend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

3  As,  lost  in  lonely  grief,  I  tread 
The  mournful  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  some  throng' d  assembly  go ; 
Through  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgotten,  there  unknown, 

The  change  renews  my  piercing  wo. 

4  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call  ? 
Or  who  shall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  dust  and  darkness  praise  the  Lord 
Or  wake  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heav'nly  choirs  ? 

5  Yet  through  each  melancholy  day, 
I've  pray'd  to  thee,  and  still  will  pray, 

Imploring  still  thy  kind  return  : 
But  0 !  my  friends,  my  comfort's  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recall  my  wand'ring  thoughts  to  mourn. 

PSALM  89.     First  Part     L.  M. 

The  covenant  made  with    Christ. 

FOREVER  shall  my  song  record 
The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  : 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  stand, 
Like  heav'n  establish'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  sware,  and  said, 

"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  first  was  made; 
"  In  thee  shall  dying  sinners  live, 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Priest, 
"  Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest 

"  Thou  art  my  chosen  King ;  thy  throne 
"  Shall  stand  eternal  like  my  own." 


PSALM  LXXXIX.  129 

4  Now  let  the  church  rejoice,  and  sing, 
Jesus  her  Saviour  and  her  King ; 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  show, 
And  saints  declare  his  works  below. 


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PSALM  89.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  faithfulness  of  God. 

Y  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 
The  mercies  of  the  Lord ; 
And  make  succeeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

The  sacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce, 
Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  ; 

And  if  he  speak  a  promise  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  sure. 

How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  Jewish  throne  ? 

But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  seal'd    . 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

His  seed  forever  shall  possess 

A  throne  above  the  skies ; 
The  meanest  subject  of  his  grace 

Shall  to  that  glory  rise. 

Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  sung  by  saints  above ; 
And  saints  on  earth  thy  honors  raise 

To  thy  unchanging  love. 


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PSALM  89.     Third  Part.     C.  M. 

The  power  and  majesty  of  God. 

ITH  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear, 
And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 


His  high  commands  adoring  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

How  terrible  thy  glories  be ! 
How  bright  thine  armies  shine ! 


130  PSALM  LXXXIX. 

Where  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee  ? 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 

On  thy  supporting  hand ; 
Darkness  and  day  from  east  to  west 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boist'rous  deep ; 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  are  thine 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine, 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel ! 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM  89.     Fourth  Part    CM. 

A  blessed  Gospel. 

BLEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  suround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives ; 
Israel,  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 


PSALM  LXXXIX.  131 

PSALM  89.     Fifth  Part     C.  M. 

Christ's  mediatorial  kingdom. 

HEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vision  said, 
And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  Almighty  Son. 

2  "  High  shall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

"  My  people's  better  King ; 
"  My  arm  shall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
"  And  still  new  subjects  bring. 

3  "  My  truth  shall  guard  him  in  his  way, 

"  With  mercy  by  his  side  ! 
"  While  in  my  name  through  earth  and  sea 
"  He  shall  in  triumph  ride. 

4  "My  cov'nant  stands  forever  fast, 

"  My  promises  are  strong ; 
"  Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  shall  last, 
"  His  seed  endure  as  long." 

PSALM  89.     Sixth  Part.     C.  M. 

The  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable. 

YET  (saith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
"  The  children  of  my  Son, 
"Should  break  my  laws,  abuse  my  grace, 
"And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

2  "  Their  sins*  I'll  visit  with  the  rod, 

"And  make  their  follies  smart ; 
"  But  I'll  not  cease  to  be  their  God, 
"  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  "  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

"  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind ; 
"And  what  eternal  love  hath  spoke, 
"Eternal  truth  shall  bind. 

4  "  Once  have  I  sworn  (I  need  no  more) 

"And  pledged  my  holiness, 


132  PSALM  XC. 

"  To  seal  my  sacred  promise  sure 
aTo  David  and  his  race. 

5  "The  sun  shall  see  his  offspring  rise, 

"And  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
"Long  as  he  travels  round  the  skies 
"  To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  "  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

"His  kingdom  shall  endure, 
"Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  day  and  light 
"Shall  be  observ'd  no  more." 

PSALM  89.     Seventh  Part     L.  M. 

Mortality  and  hope.     A  Funeral   Psalm. 

REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  the  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  sense  repine  and  cry, 
"Must  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 
"Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain? 

3  "Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just? 
"Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust?" 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word; 
Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

PSALM  90.     First  Part.    L.  M. 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal.     A  Funeral  Psalm. 

THROUGH  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God  ! 
Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode; 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 


PSALM  XC.  133 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashion'd  into  man; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, 
"  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

4  A  thousand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account ; 
Like  yesterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  last  watch  of  ending  night. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream ; 
An  empty  tale;  a  morning  flovv'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

6  Our  age  to  seventy  years  is  set; 

How  short  the  term !  how  frail  the  state ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  sigh  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  0!  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread; 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  strikes  us  dead. 

8  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span; 
Till  faith,  and  love,  and  piety 

Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM  90.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Infirmities  and  death  the  effects  of  sin. 

IORD,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults, 
^  And  justice  grows  severe, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 


134  PSALM  XC. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dust ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee 
Adam  and  all  his  sons  have  lost 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amusement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  song : 
By  swift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  iovs  he  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whose  days  amount 

To  three  score  years  and  ten; 
And  all  beyond  that  short  account 
Is  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  Almiffhtv  God.  reveal  thy  love. 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
0  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

PSALM  90.     Third  P<ui.     C.  M. 

Breathing  after  Heaven. 

RETURN.  0  God  of  love,  return ! 
1     Earth  is  a  tiresome  place ; 
How  long  shall  we.  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  succeed  our  painful  years, 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears. 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  : 
Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty.  Lord, 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 


PSALM  XCI.  135 

PSALM  91.     First  Part.     L.  M 

Safety  in  public  diseases  and  dangers. 

HE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode, 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there  at  night  shall  rest  his  head. 

Then  will  I  say,  "  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
"Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tow'r  : 
"I,  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  dust, 
"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust." 

Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare, 
Satan,  the  tempter,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

Just  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood 
From  birds  of  prey,  that  seek  their  blood, 
Under  her  feathers ;  so  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire, 
God  is  their  life ;  his  wings  are  spread 
To  shield  them  with  a  healthful  shade. 

If  vapors  with  malignant  breath 
Rise  thick  and  scatter  midnight  death, 
Israel  is  safe  :  the  poison'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 

What  though  a  thousand  at  thy  side, 
At  thy  right  hand  ten  thousand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chosen  people  saves 
Among  the  dead,  amid  the  graves. 

But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  sword, 
Receive  commission  from  the  Lord, 
To  strike  his  saints  among  the  rest, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blest. 


136  PSALM  XCI. 

9  The  sword,  the  pestilence,  or  fire 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  best  desire. 
From  sins  and  sorrows  set  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM  91.     Second  Part,     C.  M. 
Protection  from  evil,  guard  of  an gel r«,  and  salvation. 

YE  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
Expos'd  to  ev'ry  snare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  try,  and  trust  his  care. 

2  No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raise  his  saints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways, 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  their  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  shall  bear  you,  lest  you  fall 

And  dash  against  the  stones  : 

Are  they  not  servants  at  his  call, 

And  sent  t'  attend  his  sons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  shall  tread  : 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 
For  he  that  broke  the  serpent's  head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Because  on  me  they  set  their  love, 

"I'll  save  them,  (saith  the  Lord) 
"I'll  bear  their  joyful  souls  above 
"  Destruction  and  the  sword. 

7  "  My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call,  . 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
"  My  pow'r  shall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raise  them  when  they  die. 


PSALM  XCIL  137 

"  Those  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known 

"  I'll  honor  them  in  heav'n  ; 
"  There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown, 

"  And  endless  life  be  giv'n." 

PSALM  92.     First  Part     L.  M. 

A  Psalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
0  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

My  heart  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine, 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,,  like  brutes  they  die  ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 

But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart ; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

Sin  (my  worst  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below ; 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

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138  PSALM  XCIII. 

PSALM  92.     Second   Part.     L.  M. 
Aiujf]  Saints. 

LORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above ; 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees 

Yields  such  a  comelv  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live, 
Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive ; 
Time,  that  cloth  all  things  else  impair. 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy, just,  and  true; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find, 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM  93.     L.  M. 

The  eternal  and  sovereign  God. 

JEHOVAH  reigns  :   He  dwells  in  light 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might ; 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise- 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies ; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  so  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  shall  thv  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promise  stands  forever  sure ; 


PSALM  XCIY.  139 

And  everlasting  holiness 

Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  94.     First  Part     C.  M. 

Instructive  afflictions. 

OGOD,  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  sov'reign  pow'r  redress  our  wrongs, 
Let  justice  smite  the  proud. 

2  They  say,  "  The  Lord  nor  sees  nor  hears  ;" 

When  will  the  fools  be  wise  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf  who  form'cl  their  ears, 
Or  blind  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  shall  feel  his  pow'r ; 
His  wrath  shall  pierce  their  souls  with  pain 
In  some  surprising  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  saints  deserve  rebuke, 

Thou  hast  a  gentler  rod ; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Blest  is  the  man  thy  hands  chastise, 

And  to  his  duty  draw ; 
Thy  chast'nings  make  thy  children  wise, 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  cast  off  his  saints, 

Nor  his  own  promise  break ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  sake. 

PSALM  94.     Second  Part     C.  M. 

God  our  sup2^ort  and  comfort. 

WHO  will  arise  and  plead  my  right 
Against  my  num'rous  foes ; 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppose  ? 


140  PSALM  XCV. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Sustained  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
My  soul  among  the  dead. 

3  "  Alas  !  my  sliding  feet,"  I  cried  ; 

Thy  promise  was  my  prop ; 
Thy  grace  stood  constant  by  my  side, 
Thy  Spirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll ; 
Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rise, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws; 
But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  skies, 
He  will  defend  my  cause. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blasphemers  scoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  shall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  sinners  off. 


PSALM  95.      First  Part.     C.  M. 

A  psalm  before  prayer. 

OING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
k3  And  in  his  strength  rejoice: 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  seem, 

Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 

When  once  compar'd  with  him. 


PSALM  XCV.  141 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand ; 
He  fix'd  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face ; 
0  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time;  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request ; 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, 
"  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 

PSALM  95.     Second  Part     S.  M. 

A  psalm  before  sermon. 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing; 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown, 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  work  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

i  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race  ; 


142  PSALM  XCVI. 

6  The  Lord  in  vengeance  drest, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear : 
"  Ye  that  despise  my  promis'd  rest, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

PSALM  9G.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

The  first  and  second  coming  of  Christ. 

SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of  ev'rv  tongue ; 
His  rich  display  of  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song.  | 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son : 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day ; 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea ; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise ; 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold,  he  comes !  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  see  their  Judge  appear ! 

PSALM  96.     Second  Part.     L.  P.  M. 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

THE  heathen  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word ; 


PSALM  XCVII.  143 

In  these  far  climes  Jehovah's  known  : 
Our  worship  shall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods,  which  mortal  hands  have  made ; 

Our  maker  is  our  God  alone. 

He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temples,  how  divinely  fair ! 

Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name ; 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM  97.     First  Part     L.  M. 

Christ  reigning  and  coming  to  Judgment. 

HE  reigns ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown ; 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne ; 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

In  robes  of  judgment,  lo!  he  comes  ; 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 
Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


144  PSALM    XCVII. 

PSALM  97.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Let  all  the  angels  of  God  worship  Him. 

THE  Lord  is  come ;  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
His  birth;  the  angels  learn  his  name; 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound ; 

Let  Judah  shout,  let  Zion  sing, 

And  earth  confess  her  sov'reign  King. 

PSALM  97.     Ihird  Part,     L.  M. 

Grace  and  glory. 

TH'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 
O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

2  0  ye,  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  sin  and  shame ; 
He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown  ; 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honors  of  the  Lord ; 
None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace, 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 


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PSALM  XCVIII.  145 

PSALM    98.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Praise  for  the   Gospel. 

0  our  Almighty  Maker,  God, 


New  honors  be  addrest; 
flis  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  He  spake  the  word  to  Abra'm  first, 

His  truth  fulfils  the  grace; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust, 
And  learn  his  righteousness. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim, 

With  all  her  diff'rent  tongues, 
And  spread  the  honors  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  songs. 

PSALM  98.     Second  Part     C.  M.  ' 

The  Messiah's  coming  and  kingdom. 

JOY  to  the  world ;  the  Lord  is  come, 
Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 


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He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 


Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 


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4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


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146  PSALM  XCIX. 

PSALM  99.     Firet  Part.     S.  M. 

The  kingdom  and  majesty  of  Christ. 

THE  Lord,  Jehovah,  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humbled  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
And  swift  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne ; 

His  honors  are  divine  : 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praise  ! 
Justice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join, 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM  99.     Second  Part.    S.  M. 

A  holy  God  worshipped  with  reverence. 

EXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worship  at  his  feet ; 
His  ways  are  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  truth, 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 
When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  grace  is  still  the  same ; 


PSALM  CI.  147 

Still  lie's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM  100.     L.M. 

Praise  to  our   Creator. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy, 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men ; 

And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame ; 

What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ! 

We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

PSALM  101.     L.  M. 

The   Magistrate's  Psalm. 

MERCY  and  judgment  are  my  song ; 
And  since  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  songs  and  vows  I  bring. 

If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  sword, 
I'll  take  my  counsel  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  justice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 


148  PSALM  CIL 

3  Let  wisdom  all  my  actions  guide. 
And  let  my  God  with  me  reside  ; 

No  wicked  thing  shall  dwell  with  me 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealousy. 

4  No  sons  of  slander,  rage  and  strife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life; 

The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  shall  ne'er  abide. 

5  I'll  search  the  land,  and  raise  the  just 
To  posts  of  honor,  wealth,  and  trust ; 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  still. 

6  In  vain  shall  sinners  hope  to  rise 
By  flat t'rin g  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  spar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  rest, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  shall  be  supprest. 

PSALM  102.     First  Part    CM. 

A  prayer  for  the  afflicted. 

HEAR  me,  0  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
But  answer  lest  I  die ; 
Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wasted  like  the  smoke 

Dissolving  in  the  air  ; 
My  strength  is  dried,  my  heart  is  broke 
And  sinking  in  despair. 

3  My  spirits  flag  like  with'ring  grass 

Burnt  with  excessive  heat; 
In  secret  groans  my  minutes  pass, 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 


PSALM  CII.  149 

4  As  on  some  lonely  building's  top, 

The  sparrow  tells  her  moan  ; 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  soul  is  like  a  wilderness, 

Where  beasts  of  midnight  howl ; 
There  the  sad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  screaming  owl. 

6  Dark  dismal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breast ; 
While  sharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  spirit  rest. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repast  j 
My  daily  bread  like  ashes  grows 
Unpleasant  to  my  taste. 

8  Sense  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  souls  that  feel  thy  frown ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  cast  me  down. 

9  My  looks  like  with'red  leaves  appear ; ' 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  evening  shadows  are, 
That  vanish  into  night. 

10  But  thou  forever  art  the  same, 

0  my  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arise  and  show  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

12  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  mysterious  ways, 

13* 


150  PSALM  CII. 

Eedeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praise. 

PSALM  102.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Prayer  heard  and  the  Church  revived. 

LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice ; 
Behold  the  promis'd  hour : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The' Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  "shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  ; 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. • 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shan't  be  said,  "  that  praying  breath 
"Was  ever  spent  in  vain." 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  Ave  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  vet  unborn  may  read. 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

PSALM  102.     Third  Part.     L.  M. 

The  saints  die,  but  Christ  and  the  Church  live. 

IT  is  the  Lord,  our  Saviour's  hand 
Weakens  our  strength  amid  the  race, 
Disease  and  death  at  his  command, 
Arrest  us  and  cut  short  our  days. 


PSALM  CIII.  151 

2  Spare  us,  0  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day ; 

And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  sorrow  shall  assuage : 
"Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live, 

"  Christ  is  the  same  through  ev'ry  age." 

4  '  Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid ; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  : 
This  earth  grows  old,  these  heav'ns  shall  fade, 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky, 

Like  garments,  shall  be  laid  aside ; 
But  still  thy  throne  stands  firm  and  high, 
Thy  church  forever  must  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  shall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign ; 
This  dying  world  shall  they  survive, 
And  the  dead  saints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  103.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Blessing  God  for  his  goodness  to  soul  and  body. 

BLESS,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God, 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise ; 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 


152  PSALM  CIII. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels ; 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  lives  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  fills  our  store  with  ev'ry  good, 
And  feeds  our  souls  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  sees  th'  oppressor  and  th'  opprest, 
And  often  gives  the  sufFrers  rest ; 
But  will  his  justice  more  display 

In  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 

7  His  pow^'r  he  show'd  by  Moses'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Israel  his  commands ; 
But  sent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son. 

PSALM  103.     Second  Part     S.  M. 

Mercy  in  the  midst  of  judgment. 

1\4TY  soul  repeat  his  praise, 
-LtJL   Whose  mercies  are  so  great; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  : 

And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread ; 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow'r  subdues  our  sins ; 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 


PSALM  CIIL  153 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel : 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  Ave  are  but  dust,- 

Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  : 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

PSALM  103.    Third  Part     S.  M. 

Byess   the    Lord,  his    angels,  and  all  his    works. 

THE  Lord,  the  sov'reign.  King, 
Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high ; 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  swift  to  do  his  will, 
Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hosts  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works, 

Thro'  his  vast  kingdom  show 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 
Shalt  sing  his  praises  too. 


154  PSALM  CIV. 

•    PSALM  104.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

The  glory    of    God   in  creation    and  providence. 

MY  soul,  thy  great  Creator's  praise  ! 
When  cloth'd  in  his  celestial  rays 
He  in  full  majesty  appears, 
And,  like  a  robe,  his  glory  wears. 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  spread ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  storms  across  the  skies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  inspires, 
His  ministers  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  swift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance,  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  shall  forever  stand, 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Lest  it  should  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  stood, 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  swelling  billows  know  their  bounds, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  rounds ; 
Yet  thence  convey'd  by  secret  veins, 
They  spring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  crystal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go ; 
Tame  heifers  there  their  thirst  allay, 
And  for  the  stream  wild  asses  bray. 

8  From  pleasant  trees  which  shade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink ; 

Their  songs  the  lark  and  linnet  raise, 
And  chide  our  silence  in  his  praise. 


PSALM  CIV.  155 

PSALM  104.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Providence. 

GOD  from  his  cloudy  cisterns  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  show'rs ; 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thousand  joyful  blessings  yield. 

2  He  makes  the  grassy  food  arise, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  supplies ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  pow'r, 
To  nourish  nature,  or  to  cure. 

3  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  shining  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  shine. 

4  0  bless  his  name,  ye  nations,  fed 
With  nature's  chief  supporter,  bread  ; 
While  bread  your  vital  strength  imparts, 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  your  hearts. 

PSALM  104.     Third  Part     L.  M. 

Providence. 

BEHOLD  !  the  stately  cedar  stands 
Rais'd  in  the  forest  by  his  hands ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  shelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nests  secure  on  high. 

2  To  craggy  hills  ascend  the  goat, 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot, 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell, 
He  gives  them  wisdom  where  to  dwell. 

3  He  sets  the  sun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face ; 
And  when  thick  darkness  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beasts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

4  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring,  ask  their  meat  from  God ; 


156  PSALM  CIV. 

But  when  the  morning  beams  arise, 
The  savage  beast  to  covert  flies. 

5  Then  man  to  daily  labor  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repose ; 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  sweet  relief 
From  tiresome  toil  and  wasting  grief. 

6  How  strange  thy  works !  how  great  thy  skill 
All  lands  thy  boundless  riches  fill ; 

Thy  wisdom  round  the  world  we  see; 
This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

7  Nor  less  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fish  in  millions  swim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions  swift  or  slow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  j^aths  below. 

8  There  ships  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  scaly  monsters  play ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan. 
And  foams  and  sports  in  spite  of  man. 

PSALM  104.     Fourth  Part.     L.  ML 

Providence. 

VAST  are  thy  works.  Almighty  Lord ! 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word; 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  stands, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

2  While  each  receives  his  different  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  ; 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms 
Rejoice,  and  praise  in  different  forms. 

3  But  when  thy  face  is  hid.  they  mourn, 
And  dying,  to  their  dust  return ; 

Both  man  and  beasts  their  souls  resign ; 
Life,  breath,  and  spirit,  all  are  thine. 

4  Yet  thou  canst  breathe  on  dust  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beasts  and  men ; 


PSALM  CY.  157 

A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wastes  of  time  and  death. 

Thy  works,  the  wonders  of  thy  might, 
Are  honored  with  thine  own  delight; 
How  awful  are  thy  glorious  ways! 
Lord,  thou  art  dreadful  in  thy  praise. 

The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  smoke  ; 
Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  so v' reign  grace. 

In  thee  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  sweet; 
Thy  praises  shall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expires  in  endless  joy. 

While  haughty  sinners  die  accurst, 
Their  glory  buried  with  their  dust; 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King,  '. 

Immortal  hallelujahs  sing. 

PSALM  105.     First  Part,     C.  M. 

God's  care  of  the  Patriarchs. 

GIYE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
And  tell  the  world  his  grace ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  past, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind, 

In  equal  force  shall  last. 

He  sware  to  Abr'am  and  his  seed, 

And  made  the  blessing  sure, 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 

"Thy  seed  shall  make  the  nations  blest,'' 
Said  the  Almighty  voice, 

14 


158  PSALM  CV. 

"And  Canaan's  land  shall  be  their  rest, 
"The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  How  large  the  grant!  how  rich  the  <xrace ! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  strangers  in  the  place, 
A  little  feeble  band. 

6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  countries  round, 

Securely  they  remov'd ; 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown  d, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 

"  Shall  soon  revenge  the  wrong ; 
"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  strong." 

8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rase, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear ; 
Israel  must  live  through  every  age, 
And  be  th'  Alinislitv's  care. 

PSALM  105.     Second  Part.     C.  M, 

The  plagues  of  Egypt. 

WHEN  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  saints, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Moses  was  sent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

2  He  calFd  for  darkness ;  darkness  came 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood ; 
He  made  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  stream, 
A  lake,  a  stream  of  blood. 

3  He  gave  the  sign,  and  noisome  flies 

Through  the  whole  country  spread, 
And  frogs,  in  croaking  armies,  rise 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

4  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  ten  fold  vengeance  flew ; 


PSALM  CV.  159 

Locusts  in  swarms  devour  d  their  trees, 
And,  hail  their  cattle  slew. 

5  Then,  by  an  angel's  midnight  stroke, 

The  flower  of  Egypt  died ; 
The  strength  of  ev'ry  house  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

6  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear ; 
Israel  must  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  the  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM  105.     Third  Part     C.  M. 

Israel  led  through  the  wilderness  to  Canaan. 

THUS  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed 
And  left  the  hated  ground ; 
Egyptian  spoils  supplied  their  need, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

2  The  Lord  himself  chose  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journey  right ; 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

3  They  thirst,  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow ; 
And  following  still  the  course  they  took, 
Kan  all  the  desert  through. 

4  0  wondrous  stream  !  0  blessed  type 

Of  overflowing  grace  ! 
So  Christ  our  rock  maintains  our  life, 
Through  all  the  wilderness. 

5  Thus  guarded  by  the  Almighty's  hand, 

The  chosen  tribes  posses'd 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  rest. 

6  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

The  church  renounce  her  fear ; 


160  TSALM  CVI. 

Israel  must  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM  10G.     First  Part     L.  M. 

Communion  with  saints. 

TO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest, 
Let  songs  of  honor  be  address'd ; 
His  mercy  firm  forever  stands ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise  ? 
Blest  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed ; 
And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumph  with  my  voice  ! 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Join'd  with  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  106.     Second  Part.     S.  M. 

The  unchangeable  love  of  God. 

GOD  of  eternal  love, 
How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Thy  constancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  saw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praise  they  sung ; 
But  soon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  and  rivers  flow ; 
Now  with  their  lusts  provok'd  the  Lord 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 


PSALM  CVII.  161 

Yet  when  they  mo  urn' d  their  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans ; 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 

And  call'd  them  still  his  sons. 

Their  names  were  in  his  book ; 

He  sav'd  them  from  their  foes"; 
Oft  he  chastis'd,  but  ne'er  forsook 

The  people  that  he  chose. 

Let  Israel  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race ; 
And  Christians  join  the  solemn  word, 

Amen,  to  all  their  praise. 

PSALM  107.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Israel  led  to  Canaan,  and  Christians  to  heaven. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love ; 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Israel  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

In  their  distress  to  God  they  cried, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide ; 
He  led  their  march  far  wand'ring  round  ; 
'Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 

Thus  when  our  first  release  we  gain 
From  sin's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  desert  world  to  pass, 
A  dang'rous  and  a  tiresome  place. 

He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

14* 


162  PSALM  CVII. 

6  0  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 

PSALM  107.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Correction  for  sin,  and  release  by  prayer. 

FROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 
God  and  his  grace  are  still  the  same  ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  soul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rise 
Against  the  God  that  rules  the  skies, 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  slight  the  counsels  of  the  Lord, 

3  He'll  bring  their  spirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  shall  be  found ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  waste  their  breath 
In  darkness  and  the  shades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries  ; 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arise, 
And  scatters  all  that  dismal  shade, 
That  hung  so  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brass  in  two, 

And  lets  the  smiling  pris'ners  through  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab' ring  soul  relief. 

6  0  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 

PSALM  107.     Third  Part.     L.  M. 

Intemperance  punished  and  pardoned. 

VAIN  man,  on  foolish  pleasures  bent, 
Prepares  for  his  own  punishment ; 


PSALM  CYII.  163 

What  pains,  what  loathsome  maladies 
From  luxury  and  lust  arise ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  waste, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  please  his  taste ; 
Till  all  his  active  powers  are  lost, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  dust. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loathes  to  eat, 
His  soul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  opprest, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Behold  the  frighten'd  sinners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earnest  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  saves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cines  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  so  easy,  or  so  sure ; 
The  deadly  sentence  God  repeals, 

He  sends  his  sov'reign  word  and  heals. 

6  0  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  off'rings  prove, 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  107.     Fourth  Part.     C.  M. 

The  Mariner 's  Psalm. 

THY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  ! 
Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  ships. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise, 

And  swell  the  tow'ring  waves ; 
The  men  astonish'd  mount  the  skies, 
And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempest's  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath ; 


164  PSALM  CVII. 

And  hopeless  of  the  distant  shore, 
Expect  immediate  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 

He  hears  their  loud  request, 
And  orders  silence  through  the  skies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  rest. 

5  Sailors  rejoice  to  lose  their  fears, 

And  see  the  storm  allay'd  ; 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears, 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

6  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  safe  to  land ; 

Let  stupid  mortals  know 
That  waves  are  under  his  command ; 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

7  0  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
And  those  that  see  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

PSALM  107.     Fifth  Part.     L.  M. 

Xations  blest  and  punished.     A  psalm  for  America. 

^Vl/^HEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 

▼  ▼      Scourges  the  madness  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  sand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raise  the  springs  again, 
And  make  the  wither' d  mountains  e;reen : 
Send  show'ry  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  harvests  in  the  desert  rise. 

3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beasts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  thev; 

He  bids  th'  opprest  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  town  and  cities  there. 

4  They  sow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whose  yearly  fruit  supplies  their  want; 


PSALM  CVIIL  165 

Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  stocks ; 
Their  wealth  increases  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  are  they  blest;  but  if  they  sin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in; 

A  savage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  people  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  sons  expos'd  to  scorn, 
Wander  unpitied  and  forlorn ; 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  desolation  spreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live. 

8  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  sense, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence ; 
And  tongues  of  Atheists  shall  no  more 
Blaspheme  the  God  that  saints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record, 
These  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord! 
But  wise  observers  still  shall  find, 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  kind. 


PSALM  108.     C.  M. 

Fervent  praise. 

AWAKE  my  soul  with  fervent  praise, 
Awake  my  heart  to  sing; 
Join  all  my  pow'rs  the  song  to  raise, 
And  morning  incense  bring. 

Among  the  people  of  his  care, 
And  through  the  nations  round, 

Glad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare, 
And  high  his  name  resound. 

Be  thou  exalted,  0  my  God, 
Above  the  starry  train  ; 


166  PSALM  CIX. 

Diffuse  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  The  church  is  thine;  thou  wilt  maintain 

Her  cause  in  ev'ry  age ; 
Built  on  a  rock,  her  foes  in  vain 
Against  her  rights  engage. 

5  Then  let  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above ; 
While  sinners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  taste  redeeming  love. 

PSALM  109.     C.  M. 

Love  to  enemies  for  the  example  of  Christ. 

GOD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise, 
Thy  glory  is  my  song ; 
Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace 
With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found ; 
With  cruel  slanders  false  and  vain, 
They  compassed  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  compassion  move, 

Their  peace  he  still  pursu'd ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  cause, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath, 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  cross, 
And  blest  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  shall  thy  bright  example  shine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  soul  akin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  shall  on  my  side  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name, 


PSALM  CX.  167 

I  shall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage. 
Who  slander  and  condemn. 

PSALM  110.     First  Part     L.  M. 

The  success  of  the  Gospel. 

THUS  the  eternal  Father  spake 
To  Christ  the  Son  :  "  Ascend  and  sit 
"  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
"  Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed ; 

"  Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"  Shall  make"  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  shall  show  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
"  And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
"  Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines." 

4  0  blessed  pow'r !  0  glorious  day ! 

What  a  large  vict'ry  shall  ensue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM  110.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Christ's  kingdom  and  priesthood. 

JESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
And  near  thy  Father  sit; 
In  Zion  shall  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do ! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  so v' reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounced  a  fim  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore; 
"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 


1G8  PSALM  CXI. 

4  "  Melchisedek,  that  wondrous  priest, 

"That  Kinor  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man  whom  Abr'am  blest, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jesus  our  priest  forever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jesus  our  King  forever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

6  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

His  lofty  throne  maintain  ; 
And  strike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 

PSALM  110.      Third  Part.     L.  M. 

The  counsel  of  peace. 

JESUS  the  priest  ascends  the  throne, 
While  counsels  of  eternal  peace 
.  Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honor  and  success. 

2  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  shall  spread, 

And  crush  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel; 
Then  shall  he  judge  the  rising  dead, 
And  send  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

3  Though  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 

He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood, 
The  sufferings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM  111.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

T7ie  ivisdom  of  God  in  his  tcorks. 

SOXGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
To  my  Almighty  God ; 
He  hath  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought, 
How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 


PSALM  CXI.  169 

And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  most  exact  is  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wise  the  eternal  mind ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme 
That  his  first  thoughts  design'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chosen  sons, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  sure ; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endless  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies, 

Thy  heav'nly  skill  proclaim; 
What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill ; 
And  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race, 
Who  best  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM  111.     Second  Part     CM. 

The  perfections  of  God. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord ;  his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs ; 
Let  his  assembled  saints  unite  h*  s 

Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food ; 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  seal  his  cov'nant  sure ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wise, 

Must  with  his  fear  begin  ; 

15 


170  PSALM  CXIIi: 

Our  fairest  proof  of  knowledge  1 
In  hating  ev'rv  sin. 

PSALM  112.     C.  M. 

The  blessings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 

HAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the. Lord. 
And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 

To  all  the  sons  of  need ; 
So  God  shall  answer  his  request 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 

His  well  established  mind : 
His  soul  to  God.  his  refuse,  flies. 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  general  distress 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord ; 
Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above. 
Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 

PSALM  113.     L.  M. 

Hie  sovereignty  and  goodness  of  G 

YE  servants  of  th'  Almighty  King. 
In  ev'rv  age  his  praises  sing ; 
Wher'er  the  sun  shall  rise  or  set, 
The  nation  shall  his  praise  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majesty  : 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  restrain, 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 


PSALM  CXIV.  171 

3  Which  of  the  sons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love  !  he  stoops  to  view 
What  saints  above  and  angels  do  : 
And  condescends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  dust  and  cottages  obscure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor : 
Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  sons, 

And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  house  rejoice : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  3-ears  were  past, 
The  promis'd  seed  is  born  at  last. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  son, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done. 

Faith  may  grow  strong,  when  sense  despairs ; 
Tho'  nature  fail,  the  promise  bears. 

PSALM  114.     L.  M. 

Miracles  attending  Israel's  journey. 

WHEN  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Juclah  was  his  throne. 

2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way : 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  shook  like  frighted  sheep ; 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  base  could  stand, 
Conscious  of  sov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 


172  PSALM  CXV. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide? 
Or  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God ; 
The  King  of  Israel,  see  him  here ; 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns ; 
The  rocks  to  standing  pools  he  turns ; 
Flints  spring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  seas  confess  the  Lord. 

PSALM  115.     L.M. 

The  true  God  is  our  refuge  ;  or,  Idolatry  reproved. 

NOT  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust, 
Not  to  ourselves  is  glory  due  ; 
'Tis  thine,  great  God,  the  only  just, 
The  only  gracious,  wise,  and  true. 

2  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name ; 

Why  should  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Insult  us,  and,  to  raise  our  shame, 

Say,  "  Where's  the  God  you've  serv'd  so  long  ?" 

3  The  God  we  serve  maintains  his  throne 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  skies: 
Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done  ; 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  senseless  shapes  of  stone  and  wood  ; 
At  best  a  mass  of  glitt'ring  ore, 
A  silver  saint,  or  golden  god. 

5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head  ; 

Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 
In  vain  are  costly  off'rings  made, 
And  vows  are  scattered  in  the  wind. 


PSALM  CXVI.  173 

Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  save  when  mortals  pray  : 

Mortals,  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 

0  Israel !  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest ; 

The  Lord  shall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  bless  the  people  and  the  priest. 

The  dead  no  more  can  speak  thy  praise, 
They  dwell  in  silence  and  the  grave ; 

But  we  shall  live  to  sing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  save. 

PSALM  116.     First  Part,     C.  M. 

Recovery  from  sickness. 

ILOYE  the  Lord ;  he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pitied  ev'ry  groan  : 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 

1  love  the  Lord  ;  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
0  !  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

My  flesh  declin'd,  my  spirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 
While  inward  pangs,  and  fears  of  hell 

Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

"My  God,"  I  cried,  "thy  servant  save, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  just ; 
"  Thy  pow'r  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 

"  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  trust." 

The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  clistress'd,- 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  soul,  to  God,  thy  rest 

For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 

15* 


174  PSALM  CXVII. 

6  My  God  hath  sav'd  my  soul  from  death 
And  dried  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM  116     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

Public  thanks  for  private  deliverance. 

WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne, 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 

My  off 'rings  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight, 
How  precious  is  their  blood ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


F 


PSALM  117.     L.  M. 

Praise  to  God  from  all  nations. 

ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 


PSALM  CXVIII.  175 

Let  the  Redeemer  s  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

PSALM  118.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

I^HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
-    Nor  is  my  faith  afraid, 
Whate'er  the  sons  of  earth  may  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  strong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice ; 
While  his  salvation  is  my  song, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice! 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 

When  God  appears  they  fly ; 
So  burning  thorns  with  crackling  sound, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

5  Joy  to  the  saints,  and  peace  belongs, 

The  Lord  protects  their  days  ; 
Let  Israel  tune  immortal  songs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

PSALM  118.     Second    Part.     C.  M. 

Public  praise  for  deliverance  from  death. 

LORD,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry, 
And  rescu'd  from  the  grave ; 
Now  shall  he  live ;  for  none  can  die, 
If  God  resolves  to  save. 


176  PSALM  CXVIII. 

2  Thy  praise,  more  constant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath ; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chastis'd  him  sore, 
Defends  him  still  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  shall  worship  there; 
The  house  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raise; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  speak  thy  praise. 

PSALM  118.      Third  Part,     C.  M. 

Christ  the  foundation  of  his  Church 

BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation  Stone, 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God  to  sinners  dear, 

How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 
Saints  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise ; 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  Almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  118.     Fourth  Part.     C.  M. 

The  resurrection  of  Christ,  and  our  salvation. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 


PSALM  CXIX.  177 

Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son ; 
Help  us,  0  Lord,  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  fathers  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise, 
The  highest  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

PSALM  119.     First  Part     C.  M. 

The  blessedness  of  saints  and  misery  of  sinners. 

BLEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 
Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  sin. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  practice  thy  commands ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  the  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ! 

How  firm  their  souls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

4  Then  shall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 


178  PSALM  CXIX. 

When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 
And  honor  all  thy  name. 

5  But  haughty  sinners  God  will  hate  ; 

The  proud  shall  die  accurst ; 
The  sons  of  falsehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dust. 

6  Vile  as  the  dross  the  wicked  are  ; 

And  those  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  see  salvation  from  afar, 
But  never  taste  thy  grace. 

PSALM  119.     Second  Part.     CM. 

Sp  ir  itucd-m  In  dedn  ess. 

TO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
My  gracious  Gocl,  I  pray ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  clay. 

2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace, 

Thy  promise  bears  me  up ; 
And  while  salvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 
Thy  righteous  Providence  demands 
Repeated  praise  from  me. 

4  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise, 
And  sweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM  119.     Third  Part.    CM. 

Repentance  and  obedience. 

THOU  art  my  portion,  0  my  God, 
Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
'And  suffers  no  delay. 


PSALM   CXIX.  179 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  set  before  mine  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wandered  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways ; 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

0  save  thy  servant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding-place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

6  Thou  hast  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine, 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfil; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  shall  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM  119.     Fourth  Part.    CM. 

Instruction  from   Scripture. 

HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  on  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 


180  PSALM  CXIX. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  ; 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

6  The  starry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  these,  thy  servants,  night  and  day 
Thy  skill  and  pow'r  express. 

7  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Give  lessons  more  divine ; 
Nor  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth 
And  well  support  our  age. 

PSALM  119.     Fifth  Part.     C.  M. 

Delight  in  Scripture. 

OIIOW  I  love  thy  holy  law ! 
'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue ! 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  a  heav'nly  song. 


PSALM  CXIX.  181 

4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feast; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well  refin'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  T  write  thy  praise. 

PSALM  119.     Sixth  Part.     C.  M. 

Holiness  and  comfort  from  the  Word. 

LORD,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right, 
And  all  thy  statutes  just ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight 
With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  lust. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  survey, 

I  keep  thy  law  in  sight, 
Through  all  the  bus'ness  of  the  day 
To  form  my  actions  right. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  silence  cries, 

"  How  sweet  thy  comforts  be  !  " 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rise, 

And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

4  And  when  my  spirit  drinks  her  fill 

At  some  good  word  of  thine  ; 
Not  mighty  men  that  share  the  spoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM  119.     Seventh  Part.     C.  M. 

Imperfection  of  nature,  and  perfection  of  Scripture. 

LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
To  form  one  perfect  book ; 

1G 


182  PSALM  CXIX. 

Great  God,  if  once  compard  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiv'n ; 

Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  short  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall ! 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought, 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 

While  sin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace. 

Fall  for  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM  119.     Eighth  Part.     C.  M. 

The  excellency  and  variety  of  Scripturr. 

LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
Mv  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  111  read  the  hist'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight. 
While  through  thy  promises  I  rove, 
"With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise  ; 


PSALM  CXIX.  183 

Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hopes  beyond  the  grave, 

And  our  eternal  rest. 

PSALM  119.     Ninth  Part.     C.  M. 

The  teaching  of  the  Spirit  with  the  word. 

THY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  0  Lord, 
How  good  thy  works  appear ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 

My  heart  was  fashion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  service  is  thy  due  ; 
0  make  thy  servant  understand 

The  duties  he  must  do ! 

Since  I'm  a  stranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go, 

And  be  my  constant  guide. 

When  I  confess'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heardst  my  soul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 

Or  I  shall  stray  again. 

If  God  to  me  his  statutes  show, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  works  forever  I'll  pursue, 

His  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 

This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more. 

And  fly  to  that  relief. 

In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now ; 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 


184  PSALM  CXIX. 

Nor  let  that  blessed  gospel  go, 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thankful  lips,  inspir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praise. 

PSALxAI  119.     Tenth  Part.     C.  M. 

Pleading  the  promises. 

BEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

2  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down, 

And  promised  quick' ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail ; 

0  bear  thy  servant  up  ! 
Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  0  Lord  ! 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  119.      Eleventh  Fart.     C.  M. 

Breathing  after  holiness. 

OTHAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
0  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  0  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 


PSALM  CXIX.  185 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  : 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  : 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray 

My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 
Yet  since  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wand'ring  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 
•#,    'Tis  a  delightful  road  : 

Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

PSALM  119.      Ttoelfth  Fart     C.  M. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 

MY  God  consider  my  distress, 
Let  mercy  plead  my  cause ; 
Tho'  I  have  sinn'cl  against  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  sharp  reproach, 

Which  I  so  justly  fear  : 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes ; 
Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 

3  Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  oppress ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  servant  see 
The  shillings  of  thy  face. 

4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
"  And  make  my  comforts  rise  ?" 

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186  PSALM  CXIX. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows,  Lord, 
And  show  thy  grace  the  same, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 
To  those  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM  119.      Thirteenth  Part.     C.  M. 

Holy  fear  and  tenderness  of  conscience. 

WITH  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  face; 
0  let  me  never  stray 
From  thy  commands,  0  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlasting  guard 

From  ev'ry  rising  sin.  * 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  saints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord; 
My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 

4  While  sinners  do  thy  gospel  wrong, 

My  spirit  stands  in  awe ; 
My  soul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

5  My  heart  with  sacred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word ; 
My  flesh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  salvation  still; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM  119.     Fourteenth  Part.     C.  M. 

Benefit  of  afflictions,  and  support  under  him. 

CONSIDER  all  my  sorrows,  Lord, 
And  thy  deliv'rance  send ; 


PSALM  CXIX.  187 

My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints; 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  father's  rod ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  distress  begins; 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  sins. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight, 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  soul,  oppress'd  with  sorrow's  weight, 
Had  sunk  among  the  dead. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  seem  severe; 
The  sharpest  sufferings  I  endure, 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chast'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM  119.     Fifteenth  Part.     C.  M. 

Holy  resolutions. 

OTHAT  thy  statutes  ev'ry  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick' ning  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ; 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

Shouldst  thou  my  heart  discharge 


188  PSALM  CXIX. 

From  sin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large ! 

4  My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 

Thy  statutes  and  thy  name ; 
I'll  speak  thy  word,  though  kings  should  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame. 

5  Let  bands  of  persecutors  rise 

To  rob  me  of  my  right; 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

^  6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whose  hands  and  hearts  are  ill ; 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  must  obey  his  will. 

PSALM  119.     Sixteenth  Part.     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 

MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust ; 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine ; 
From  vain  desires  and  ev'ry  lust, 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  th'  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  speed  me  in  my  way, 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  When  sore  afflictions  press  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs ; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  rested  on, 
Shall  help  my  heaviest  hours. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  sov' reign  still, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 


PSALM  CXIX.  189 

And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move, 
Without  enliv'ning  grace ! 

6  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word ; 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r, 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM  119.     Seventeenth  Part.     L.  M. 

Grace  shining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 

WHEN  pain  and  anguish  seize  me,  Lord, 
All  my  support  is  from  thy  word ; 
My  soul  dissolves  for  heaviness, 
Uphold  me  with  thy  strength'ning  grace. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  scoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
And  tempt  my  soul  to  snares  and  sin, 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  cause, 
They  hate  to  see  me  love  thy  laws ; 
But  I  will  trust  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  shame. 

PSALM  119.    Eighteenth  Part.     L.  M. 

Sanctified  afflictions. 

FATHER,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand ; 
How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  brought  my  wand' ring  soul  to  God  ? 

2  Foolish  and  vain  I  went  astray, 

'Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  lost  my  way, 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke, 
That  I  may  learn  his  statutes  well. 


190  PSALM  CXIX. 

4  The  law  that  issues  from  thy  mouth, 

Shall  raise  my  cheerful  passions  more 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  south, 
Or  western  hills  of  golden  ore. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  Spirit  form' d  my  soul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 

At  my  salvation  shall  rejoice ; 
For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM  119.      Nineteenth.  Part.     C.  M. 

1  have  gone  astray  like  a  lost  sheep. 

THE  least,  the  feeblest  of  the  sheep 
To  Christ  the  Father  gave ; 
He  loves  the  flock,  the  charge  he'll  keep, 
His  arm  is  strong  to  save. 

2  They're  prone  to  wander  out  of  sight, 

And  apt  to  run  astray ; 
And  when  once  lost,  unable  quite 
To  find  again  the  way. 

3  That  hand  which  heav'n  and  earth  upholds 

Can  keep  them  free  from  harms ; 
The  Shepherd  brings  them  to  their  folds, 
And  bears  them  in  his  arms. 

4  To  thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Rock, 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise ; 
0  let  the  meanest  of  thy  flock, 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  praise. 

5  Thou  art  my  guard ;  my  all  I  owe 

To  thine  amazing  love  ; 
My  standing  in  thy  fold  below, 
And  hopes  of  bliss  above. 


PSALM  CXX.  191 

Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here 

Dispens'd  in  various  ways, 
Confirm'd  thy  faithfulness  and  care, 

And  claim  adoring  praise. 

Then  guided,  Shepherd,  by  thy  love 

My  feet  shall  keep  thy  way ; 
Soon  shall  I  reach  thy  fold  above, 

And  go  no  more  astray. 

PSALM  120.     C.  M. 

Christians  love  peace. 

THOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest, 
Pity  my  sufF'ring  state ; 
When  wilt  thou  set  my  soul  at  rest 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  cast 

Among  the  sons  of  strife, 
Whose  never-ceasing  brawlings  waste 

My  golden  hours  of  life. 

0  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place ; 
How  would  I  choose  to  dwell 

In  some  wide,  lonesome  wilderness, 
And  leave  these  gates  of  hell ! 

Peace  is  the  blessing  that  I  seek, 
How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 

1  am  for  peace,  but  when  I  speak, 

They  all  declare  for  arms. 

New  passions  still  their  souls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  strong ; 
What  shall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

Should  burning  arrows  smite  thee  through, 

Strict  justice  would  approve; 
But  I  would  rather  spare  my  foe, 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 


192  PSALM  CXXI. 

PSALM  121.     First  Part.     C.  M. 

Divine  protection. 

TO  Zion's  hill  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  thence  expecting  aid  : 
From  Zion's  hill,  and  Zion's  God, 
Who  heav'n  and  earth  has  made. 

2  Thou,  then,  my  soul,  in  safety  rest, 

Thy  guardian  will  not  sleep ; 
His  watchful  care  that  Israel  guards, 
Will  thee  in  safety  keep. 

3  Shelter'd  beneath  th'  Almighty's  wings, 

Thou  shalt  securely  rest; 
When  neither  sun  nor  moon  shall  thee 
By  day  or  night  molest. 

4  At  home,  abroad,  in  peace,  in  war, 

Thy  God  shall  thee  defend  ; 
Conduct  thee  through  life's  pilgrimage, 
Safe  to  thy  journey's  end. 

PSALM  121.     Second  Part     H.  M. 

Preservation  by  d<iy  and  night. 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes; 
From  God  is  all  my  aid; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made! 
God  is  the  tow'r  to  A\rhich  I  fly; 
His  grace  is  nigh  in  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares; 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes  that  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep  when  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  ev'ning  air, 


PSALM  CXXIL  193 

Shall  take  my  health  away 
If  God  be  with  me  there : 
Thou  art  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head  by  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 
I'll  go  and  come,  nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high  thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM  122.     C.  M. 

Going  to  church. 

HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"And  keep  the  solemn  day !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joys  unknown 

The  holy  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 


194  PSALM  CXXIV. 

There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  mv  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM  123.     C.  M. 

Pleading  v:ith  submission. 

OTHOU  whose  grace  and  justice  reign 
Enthron'd  above  the  skies; 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  servants  watch  their  master's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  stroke ; 
Or  maids  before  their  mistress  stand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So  for  our  sins  we  justly  feel 

Thy  discipline,  0  God, 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  still, 
Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Those  that  in  wealth  and  pleasure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride ; 
And  thv  delavs  of  mercy  aive 
Fresh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compassion  lies  ; 
This  thought  shall  bear  our  spirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  despise. 

PSALM  124.     L.  M. 

Thanksgiving  for  deliverance  from  national  calamities. 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say. 
Had  not  the  Lord  maintain'd  our.  side. 
When  men  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Eose  like  the  swelling  of  the  tide  : 

2  The  swelling  tide  had  stopt  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll ; 
We  had  been  swallow' d  up  in  death, 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  soul. 


PSALM  CXXV.  195 

3  vWe  leap  for  joy,  we  shout  and  sing, 

Who  just  escap'd  the  fatal  stroke  ; 
So  flies  the  bird  with  cheerful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  snare  is  broke. 

4  Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  fowler's  cursed  snare, 
Who  sav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  sword, 
And  made  our  lives  and  souls  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth,  and  built  the  skies  ; 
He  that  upholds  that  wondrous  frame, 

Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes. 

PSALM  125.     S.  M. 

The  trials  and  safety  of  believers. 

FIRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
That  rest  their  souls  on  God ; 
Fix'd  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  stood  to  guard 

The  city's  sacred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  saints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Dropt  a  chastising  stroke, 
Yet  lest  it  wound  their  souls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  shall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  those 

Whose  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whose  hope  and  love  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 

5  Nor  shall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  oppress  the  saint*; 
The  God  of  Israel  will  support 
His  children  lest  they  faint. 


196  PSALM  CXXYI. 

6  But  if  our  slavish  fear 

Will  choose  the  road  to  hell, 
We  must  receive  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  sinners  dwell. 

PSALM  126.    First  Part.    L.  M. 

Praise  for  surprising  deliverance  to  the  nation. 

WHEN  God  restor'd  our  captive  state,' 
Joy  was  our  song,  and  grace  our  theme, 
A  grace  beyond  our  hopes  so  great, 
That  joy  appear' d  a  painted  dream. 

2  The  scoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 

Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name ; 
While  we  with  pleasure  shout  thy  praise, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review'd  our  dismal  fears, 

'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanish  so ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

PSALM  126.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  joy  of  conversion. 

AVTHEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 

▼  ▼      And  chang'd  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasant  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cried.' 

And  own'd  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  replied, 
"And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night, 


PSALM  CXXVIII.  197 

Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 

And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 

It  shan't  deceive  their  hope ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 

For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

PSALM  127.     L.M. 

The  blessing  of  God  on  the  cares  and  comforts  of  life. 

IF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 
And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost ; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 

What  though  you  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  dav  is  done ; 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty  you  dread  ; 

'Tis  alt  in  vain,  till  God  hath  blest; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rest ; 
Children  and  friends  are  blessings  too, 
If  God,  our  sov'reign,  make  them  so. 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  ; 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  season'd  with  his  love ! 

PSALM  128.     C.  M. 

A  Christian  blessed  in  his  family. 

OHAfPY  man,  whose  soul  is  fill'd 
With  faith  and  rev' rend  awe  ; 
Whose  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield, 
Whose  life  adorns  the  law. 

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198  PSALM  CXXIX. 

2  A  careful  Providence  shall  stand, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head ; 

And  on  the  labors  of  thy  hand 

Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  Thy  wife  shall  be  a  fruitful  vine ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honor  shine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  shall  thy  best  hopes  fulfill, 

For  months  and  years  to  come ; 

The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 

Shall  send  thee  blessings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man,  whose  happy  eyes 

Shall  see  his  house  increase ; 
Shall  we  see  the  sinking  church  arise, 
And  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM  129.     C.  M. 

Pi  rsccutors  punished. 

UP  from  my  youth,  may  Israel  say. 
Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears; 
My  griefs  were  constant  as  the  clay,  . 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  sons  of  strife ; 
Oft  they  ass  ail' d  my  riper  age, 
But  not  destroy'd  my  life. 

o  Their  cruel  plough  had  torn  my  flesh 
With  furrows  long  and  deep ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afresh, 
Nor  let  my  sorrows  sleep. 

4  How  was  their  insolence  surpris'd 
To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  seiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  soul. 


PSALM  CXXX.  199 

5  Thus  shall  the  men  that  hate  the  saints, 

Be  blasted  from  the  sky ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  projects  die. 

6  What  though  they  nourish  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath ; 
Their  growth  shall  perish  in  despair, 
And  lie  despis'd  in  death. 

7  So  corn  that  on  the  house-top  stands, 

No  hope  of  harvest  gives ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  shall  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  sheaves. 

8  It  springs  and  withers  on  the  place  : 

No  traveller  bestows 
A  word  of  blessing  on  the  grass, 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes. 

PSALM  130     C.  M. 

Pardoning  grace 

OUT  of  the  depths  of  long  distress, 
The  borders  of  despair, 
I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace. 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  should  thy  severer  eye. 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree ; 
Thy  son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  Word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 


200  PSALM  CXXXII. 

5  Just  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night, 

Long  for  the  morning  skies  ; 
Watch  the  first  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  soul  to  see  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  first  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day. 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust, 

Let  Israel  seek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  sinners  long  enslav'd; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  ; 
And  Israel  shall  be  sav'd. 

PSALM  131.     CM. 

Humility  and  submission. 

IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  see ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind 

Shall  have  a  large  reward ; 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resign'd 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 


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PSALM  132.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

At  the  ordination  of  a  minister. 

HERE  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 
A  habitation  for  our  God ; 


PSALM  CXXXII.  201 

A  dwelling  for  the  Eternal  Mind, 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rest ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still, 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  forever,  saith  the  Lord ; 
Here  shall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known. 
And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread  ; 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door, 
With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 

5  Girded  with  truth,  and  clothed  with  grace, 

My  guests,  my  ministers  shall  shine  ; 
Not  Aaron  in  his  costly  dress, 
Made  an  appearance  so  divine. 

6  The  saints  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joy,  shall  shout  and  sing ; 
The  son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King.  * 

7  Jesus  shall  see  a  num'rous  seed 

Born  here,  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name ; 
His  crown  shall  flourish  on  his  head, 

While  all  his  foes  are  clothed  with  shame. 

PSALM  132.     Second  Part     C.  M. 

At  the  dedication  of  a  church. 

A  EI SE,  0  King  of  grace,  arise, 
And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Lo !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 


202  PSALM  CXXXII. 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Clothe  all  thy  ministers  with  grace, 

Let  truth  their  tongues  employ  ; 
That  in  the  Saviours  righteousness 
Thy  saints  may  shout  for  joy. 

4  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

5  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  shine ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

PSALM  132.     Third  Part.     C.  M. 

The  privileges  of  the  Church  under  the  New  Testament. 

THE  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  throne, 
His  ark  was  settled  there  ; 
To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came, 
To  worship  thrice  a  year. 

2  But  we  have  no  such  lengths  to  walk, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Wher'er  thy  saints  assemble  now. 
There  is  a  house  for  God. 

3  Blest  Zion  still,  in  God's  esteem, 

All  other  seats  excels  : 
Wherever  he  records  his  name, 
'Tis  Zion  ;  there  he  dwells. 

4  "  Her  stores,"  says  he.  "  I  will  increase, 

••  Her  poor  with  plenty  bless  ; 
"  Her  saints  shall  shout  for  joy,  her  priests 
"  My  saving  health  confess. 

5  "  There  David's  power  shall  long  remain 

"  In  his  establish'd  line  ; 


PSALM  CXXXIV.  203 

"  There  David's  Son  and  Lord  shall  reign, 
"  And  with  fresh  lustre  shine. 

6  "  The  faces  of  his  vanquished  foes, 
"  Confusion  shall  o'erspread  ; 
"  Whilst,  with  confirm'd  success,  his  crown 
"  Shall  nourish  on  his  head." 

PSALM  133.     CM. 

Brother!}/  love. 

LO  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 
Are  brethren  that  agree  ; 
Brethren  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite 
In  bands  of  piety. 

2  When  streams  of  love  from  Christ,  the  spring, 

Descend  to  ev'ry  soul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  sweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head; 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distill. 

PSALM  134.     CM. 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 

YE  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  bless  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 
And  send  your  souls  on  high ; 
Kaise  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night, 
Above  the  starry  sky. 


204  PSALM  CXXXV. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 
With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace ; 
The  God  that  spreads  the  heav'ns  abroad 
And  rules  the  swelling  seas. 

PSALM  135.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

The  Church  is  God's  house  and  care. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait : 
Ye  saints  that  to  his  house  belong. 
Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

'2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ  : 
Israel  he  chose  of  old.  and  still 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints  ; 

He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends : 
And  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
Eepents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 

4  Through  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  tlr  oppressor's  rod ; 
He  gives  his  suiT'ring  servants  rest. 
And  will  be  known,  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  who  taste  his  love  ; 

People  and  priests  exalt  his  name ; 
Among  his  saints  he  ever  dwells, 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 

PSALM  135.     Second  Birt.     L.  M. 

Creation.  Providence  and  Redemption. 

GEE  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high. 
Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne ; 
What'er  he  pleas'd  in  earth  or  sea. 

Or  heav'n.  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapors  rise. 

The  lightnings  hash,  the  thunders  roar: 


PSALM  CXXXV.  205 

He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempest  from  his  airy  store. 

'Twas  he  those  dreadful  tokens  sent, 
0  Egypt,  through  thy  stubborn  land! 

When  all  thy  first-born,  beasts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  slew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 

To  Israel,  whom  his  hand  redeemed, 
Xo  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  slave. 

His  pow'r  the  same,  the  same  his  grace, 
That  saves  us  from  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  possess. 
Whence  those  apostate  angels  fell. 

PSALM  135.     Third  Part.    C.  M. 

Praise  due  to  God  alone. 

AWAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King, 
Your  sweetest  passions  raise ; 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  ; 
But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 

His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea,  confess  his  hand ; 

He  bids  the  vapors  rise ; 
Lightning  and  storms  at  his  command 

Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd, 

Is  found  with  him  alone ; 
But  heathen  gods  should  ne'er  be  nam'd 

Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

0  Zion,  trust  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 

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206  PSALM  CXXXVI. 

He  makes  thy  courts  his  blest  abode, 
And  claims  his  honors  there. 

PSALM  136.      H.  M. 

The  wonders  of  creation,  Providence  and  redemption. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
The  universal  Lord, 
The  sov'reign  King  of  kings  ; 

And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 
His  pow'r  and  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  seas, 

And  spread  the  heav'ns  alone. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure; 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

3  His  wisdom  fram'd  the  sun, 

To  crown  the  day  with  light; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  stars, 

To  cheer  the  darksome  night. 
His  pow'r  and  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 

4  He  smote  the  first-born  sons, 

The  flower  of  Egypt,  dead ; 
And  thence  his  chosen  tribes 

With  joy  and  glory  led. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 

Cleft  the  Red  Sea  in  two ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wondrous  passage  through. 
His  pow'r  and  grace  are  still  the  same, 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 


PSALM  CXXXVII.  207 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there, 

With  all  his  host  he  drown'd, 
And  brought  his  Israel  safe 

Through  a  long  desert  ground. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 

Beneath  his  dreadful  hand; 
While  his  own  servants  took 

Possession  of  their  land. 
His  pow'r  and  grace  are  still  the  same, 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 

8  He  saw  the  nations  lie 

All  perishing  in  sin  ; 
And  pitied  the  sad  state 

The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

9  He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 

And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 
His  pow'r  and  grace  are  still  the  same 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heav'nly  King ; 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 

His  works  and  glories  sing. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

PSALM  137.     L.  M. 

The  sorrows  of  Israel  in  captivity. 

BY  Babel's  stream  the  captives  sat, 
And  wept  for  Zion's  hapless  fate ; 


208  PSALM  CXXXVIII. 

Useless  their  harps  on  willows  hung, 
While  foes  requir'd  a  sacred  song. 

2  With  taunting  voice  and  scornful  eye, 
"  Sing  us  a  song  of  heavn,"  they  cry 
"  While  foes  deride  our  God  and  King, 
'•'How  can  we  tune  our  harps  or  sing? 

3  "  If  Zion's  woes  our  hearts  forget, 
"Or  cease  to  mourn  for  Israel's  fate, 
"Let  useful  skill  our  hands  forsake; 
"Our  hearts  with  hopeless  sorrow  break. 

4  "'Thou  ruind  Salem,  to  our  eves 
••Each  day  in  sad  remembrance  rise! 

"  Should  we  e'er  cease  to  feel  thy  wrongs, 
"Lost  be  our  ioys,  and  mute  our  tongues. 

5  ••  Remember.  Lord,  proud  Edom's  sons, 
••Who  cried,  exulting  at  our  groans 
"While  Salem  trembled  at  her  base; 

"  Rase  them,  her  deep  foundations  rase." 

6  While  thus  they  sung,  the  mourner's  view'd 
Their  foes  bv  Cyras'  arm  subdued, 

And  saw  his  glory  rise,  who  spread 
Their  streets  and  fields  with  hosts  of  dead. 

7  Pleas'd  they  foresaw  the  blest  decree, 
That  set  their  tribes  from  bondage  free ; 
Renew'd  the  temple,  and  restor'd 

The  sacred  worship  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  13S.     L.  M. 

Restoring  and  preserving  grace. 
"YVTITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue. 

▼  T      I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise. 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall  witness  my  devotion  there  ; 


PSALM  CXXXIX.  209 

While  holy  zeal  directs  mine  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  skies. 

I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word ; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  show. 

To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose  : 

He  heard  me  and  subdu'd  my  foes ; 

He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  difFus'd  through  all  my  soul. 

The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  state, 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  scorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  descends  to  see 
The  sons  of  humble  poverty. 

Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins : 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

PSALM  139.     First  Part  L.  M. 

The    omniscience    and   omnipresence    of    God. 

THOU,  Lord,  by  strictest  search  hast  known 
My  rising  up  and  lying  down ; 
My  secret  thoughts  are  known  to  thee, 
Known  long  before  conceiv'd  by  me. 

Thine  eye  my  bed  and  path  surveys, 
My  public  haunts  and  private  ways  ; 
Thou  know'st  what  'tis  my  lips  would  vent, 
My  yet  unutter'd  word's  intent. 

Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  stand, 
On  ev'ry  side  I  find  thy  hand ; 

18* 


210  PSALM  CXXXIX. 

Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  0  could  I  so  perfidious  be, 

To  think  of  once  deserting  thee  ! 

Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  influence  shun  ? 

Or  whither  from  thy  presence  run  ? 

5  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  enthron'd  in  light, 
If  down  to  hell's  infernal  plains, 
'Tis  there  almighty  vengeance  reigns. 

6  If  I  the  morning  wings  could  gain, 
And  fly  beyond  the  western  main, 
Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

7  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
Beneath  the  sable  wings  of  night ; 
One  glance  from  thee,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

8  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes  ; 
Thro'  midnight  shades  thou  find'st  thy  way, 
As  in  the  blazing  noon  of  day. 

9  "0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ! 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
"  Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there." 

PSALM  139.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  wisdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man. 

WHEN  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand, 
And  all  my  frame  survey ; 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work ;  I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  possest, 
Where  unborn  nature  grew  : 


PSALM  CXXXIX.  211 

Thy  wisdom  all  thy  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  nicest  care  survey'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part ; 
'Till  the  whole  scheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copied  by  thine  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  sea,  and  tire  and  wind, 

Show  me  thy  wondrous  skill ; 
But  I  review  myself,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  still. 

5  Thine  awful  glories  round  me  shine, 

My  flesh  proclaims  thy  praise ; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

PSALM  139.      Third  Part     C.  M. 

The  mercies    of    God    innumerable.        An    evening    Psahn. 

LORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
They  strike  me  with  surprise ; 
Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 
To  equal  numbers  rise. 

2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands, 

The  product  of  thy  skill; 
And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep ; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me ! 

0  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep, 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

PSALM  139.     Fourth  Part.     L.  M. 

Grace  tried. 

MY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 
When  impious  meii  transgress  thy  will; 

1  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane, 
Take  thv  tremendous  name  in  vain. 


212  PSALM  CXL. 

2  Does  not  my  soul  detest  and  hate 
The  sons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Those  that  oppose  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  search  my  soul,  try  ev'ry  thought ; 
Though  my  own  heart  accuse  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  false  disguise, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  secret  mischief  lurk  within? 
Do  I  indulge  some  unknown  sin ! 
0  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  stray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM  140.     S.  M. 

A  complaint  against  personal  enemies. 

MY  God,  while  impious  men, 
With  malice  in  their  heart, 
My  peace  destroy,  my  life  defame, 
Thy  guardian  grace  impart. 

2  With  poison  in  their  lips, 

And  with  a  serpent's  tongue, 
They  sting  my  fainting  soul  to  death, 
And  make  my  name  their  song. 

3  Ceaseless  they  lie  in  wait 

My  footsteps  to  betray; 
They  hide  the  snare,  they  set  their  gin, 
Beside  my  peaceful  way. 

4  0  hear  my  humble  cry  ! 

Their  fondest  hope  destroy ; 
Their  arts  confound,  their  plots  disclose, 
And  blast  their  envious  joy. 

5  On  their  own  heads  shall  fall 

The  mischiefs  they  devise ; 
Thy  hand  shall  take  them  in  their  net, 
Their  slanders  and  their  lies. 


PSALM  CXLII.  213 

6  As  coals  the  wood  consume, 

As  pits  receive  their  slain; 
So  shall  the  men  of  malice  sink, 
And  never  rise  again. 

7  The  Lord  who  hates  the  proud, 

Shall  scorch  the  slandrous  tongue ; 
Shall  hunt  the  wicked  from  the  earth, 
And  well  requite  their  wrong. 

8  Thou  wilt  sustain  the  poor, 

And  bid  th'  afflicted  sing; 
Before  thee  shall  thy  children  dwell, 
Their  Father  and  their  King. 

PSALM  141.     L.  M. 

Brotherly  reproof.     A  morning  or  evening  Psalm. 

MY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning  incense  in  thy  house, 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rash  and  heedless  word  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  0  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ; 
Their  gentle  words  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prest  with  grief, 
I  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 

And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM  142.     CM. 

God  is  the  hope  for  the  hopeless. 

TO  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known, 
From  God  I  sought  relief; 


214  PSALM  CXLIII. 

In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  soul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes; 

My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
Knows  ev'ry  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  side  I  cast  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone ; 
While  friends  and  strangers  pass'd  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raise  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near ; 
"Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes  who  vex  me  know 
I've  an  Almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  sad  prison  set  me  free, 

Then  shall  I  praise  thy  name  ;    . 
And  holy  men  shall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindness  to  proclaim. 

PSALM  143.     L.  M. 

Mourning  under  afflictions  in  mind  and  body. 

MY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
Hear  when  I  spread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  succor  from  thy  throne, 
0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known  ! 

2  Let  judgment  not  against  me  pass  ; 
Behold  thy  servant  pleads  thy  grace ; 
Should  justice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 

No  living  man  is  guiltless  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity  Lord,  and  see 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me ; 


PSALM  CXLIIL  215 

Down  to  the  dust  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  buried  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darkness  and  unseen, 
Mv  heart  is  desolate  within  ; 

My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpse  of  hope 
To  bear  my  sinking  spirits  up ; 

I  stretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirst  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirst,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  smiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  save, 
Will  sink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye, 
Make  haste  to  help  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  in  witness  to  my  tears, 

Distressing  pains,  distressing  fears ; 

0  might  I  hear  thy  mourning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  trust,  to  thee  I  sigh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  soul  on  high ; 
For  thee  sit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tiresome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  show 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  should  go ; 
If  snares  and  foes  beset  the  road, 

1  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

11  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill; 
Let  the  good  spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 


216  PSALM  CXLIV. 

12  Then  shall  my  soul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  shall  rage  in  vain ; 
And  flesh  that  was  my  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  spirit  more. 

PSALM  144.     First  Part     C.  M. 

Victory  in  the  spiritual  warfare. 

FOREVER  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
My  Saviour  and  my  shield ; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care ; 
Instructs  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
*    And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine, 

Does  my  weak  courage  raise ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

PSALM  144.     Second  Part.     C.  M. 

The  vanity  of  man. 

LORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
Born  of  the  earth  at  first ; 
His  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hast'ning  to  the  dust. 

2  0  what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 

Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  should  make  it  his  concern 
To  visit  him  with  grace  ! 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  shakes  the  worlds  above, 
While  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 


PSALM  CXLV.  217 

PSALM  144.      Third  Part.     L.  M. 

The  happy  nation. 

HAPPY  the  city  where  their  sons 
Like  pillars  round  a  palace  set, 
And  daughters  bright  as  polish'd  stones 
Give  strength  and  beauty  to  the  state. 

Happy  the  country,   whe  th  e  sheep, 
Cattle  and  corn  have  large  increase ; 

Where  men  securely  work  or  sleep, 
Nor  sons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd  ; 

But  more  divinely  blest  are  those, 
On  whom  the  all-sufficient  God, 

Himself  with  all  his  grace  bestows. 

PSALM  145.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

The  greatness  of  God. 

MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  ev'ry  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

Thy  truth  and  justice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream  ; 
Thy  mercy  swift,  thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

Thy  works  with  sov'reign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine ; 
Let  Zion  in  her  courts  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 

19 


218  PSALM  CXLV. 

And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds ; 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds ; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways ; 
Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 

PSALM  145.     Second  Part,     C.  M. 

Hie  goodness  of  God. 

SWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
My  God,  my  heav'nly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  : 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines. 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food; 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  pow'r  and  praise  proclaim ; 
But  saints  that  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

PSALM  145.    Third  Part     CM. 

The  mercy  of  God. 

IET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  mercy  speak, 
^  Thou  so v' reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 


PSALM  CXLVI.  219 

When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  distrest 
Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 

Thou  giv'st  the  mourners  rest. 

The  Lord  supports  our  sinking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  ; 
Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 

And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

He  knows  the  pain  his  servants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  crv, 
And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfil, 

His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

His  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere  ; 
He  saves  the  soul  whose  humble  love 

Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

His  stubborn  foes  his  sword  shall  slay 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain ; 

But  none  that  serve  the  Lord  shall  say, 
"  They  sought  his  aid  in  vain." 

My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  his  praise, 

And  spread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 

The  honors  of  their  God. 

PSALM  146.     First  Part.     L.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  goodness  and  truth. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord ;  my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine, 
Now,  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 


220  PSALM  CXLVI. 

3  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  ? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp,  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanish  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  shall  hud  his  promise  vain. 

5  His  truth  forever  stands  secure ; 

He  saves  th'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris  ner  sweet  release. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind; 
The  Lord  sivpports  the  sinking  mind ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

7  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
Thy  God,  0  Zion,  ever  reigns. 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

PSALM  146.     Second  Part.     L.  P.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  his  power,  mercy  and  truth. 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust  ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood  : 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp,  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour  ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 


PSALM  CXLVIL  221 

3  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  he  madjs  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  : 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  th'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind, 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace  : 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

5  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  0  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

6  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM  147.     First  Part     L.  M. 

Providence  and  grace. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord ;  'tis  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name ; 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

19* 


222  PSALM  CXLVII. 

3  He  form'd  the  stars,  those  heav  nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  ; 
His  wisdom's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown  d. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  ; 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 

5  The  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight : 
He  views  his  children  with  delight : 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  views,  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM  147.     Second  Part.     L.  M. 

Summer  and  winter. 

LET  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God, 
And  make  his  honors  known  abroad ; 
For  sweet  the  joy  our  songs  to  raise, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praise. 

2  Our  children  live  secure  and  blest, 
Our  shores  have  peace,  our  cities  rest ; 
He  feeds  our  sons  with  finest  wheat. 

And  adds  his  blessings  to  their  meat. 

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3  The  changing  seasons  he  ordains 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  ; 

His  flakes  of  snow  like  wool  he  sends, 
And  thus  the  springing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  frost  he  strews  the  ground, 
His  hail  descends  with  dreadful  sound ; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold. 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 
The  ice  dissolves,  the  waters  flow ; 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  children  to  his  praise. 


PSALM  CXLVII.  223 

6  Through  all  our  coasts  his  laws  are  shown, 
His  gospel  through  the  nation  known; 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal' d  his  word 
To  every  land  :  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  147.     Third  Part     C.  M. 

The  seasons  of  the  year. 

WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Around  the  heav'ns  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  show'rs  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry; 
But  man  who  tastes  his  finest  wheat, 
Should  raise  his  honors  high. 

4  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high 

He  pours  the  rattling  hail ; 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy, 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow; 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn ; 
He  calls  the  southern  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 


224  PSALM  CXLVIIL 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  148.     H.  M: 

Praise  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

YE  tribes  of  Adam  join. 
With  heav'n  and  earth  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 

To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng  of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light  begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 

With  stars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  pow'r  declare,  ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly  in  empty  air. 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move 

By  his  supreme  command. 
He  spake  the  word,  and  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came  to  praise  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  past, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils, 

While  time  and  nature  last. 
In  different  ways  his  works  proclaim 
His  wondrous  name,  and  speak  his  praise. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 

And  monsters  of  the  deep, 
The  fish  that  cleave  the  seas, 
Or  in  their  bosom  sleep. 


PSALM  CXLVIII.  225 

From  sea  and  shore  their  tribute  pay, 
And  still  display  their  Maker's  pow'r. 

6  Ye  vapors,  hail,  and  snow, 

Praise  ye  the  Almighty  Lord ; 
And  stormy  winds  that  blow 

To  execute  his  word. 
When  lightnings  shine,  or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore  his  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  skies, 

With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  size, 

That  fruit  in  plenty  bear. 
Beasts,  wild  and  tame,  birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
In  various  forms,  exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings  and  judges  fear 

The  Lord,  the  sov'reign  King; 
And  while  you  rale  us  here, 

His  heav'nly  honors  sing  : 
Nor  let  the  dream  of  pow'r  and  state, 
Make  you  forget  his  pow'r  supreme. 

9  '  Virgins  and  youths  engage 

To  sound  his  praise  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 

Their  feebler  voices  join. 
Wide  as  he  reigns,  his  name  be  sung 
By  ev'ry  tongue,  in  endless  strains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love. 
While  earth  and  sky  attempt  his  praise, 
His  saints  shall  raise  his  honors  high. 


226  PSALM  CXLIX. 

PSALM  149.     C.  M. 

Tlie  triumph  of  believers. 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  let  your  songs  be  new ; 
Amidst  the  church  with  cheerful  voice, 
His  later  wonders  show. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  sing  ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praise, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 

Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn ; 
The  meek  that  lie  despis'd  in  dust, 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 

4  Saints  shall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  souls  in  glory  sing ; 
For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praise  shall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  shall  wield  the  sword, 
And  vengeance  shall  attend  their  songs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Christ  the  judgment-seat  ascends 

And  bids  the  world  appear ; 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'-d  him  here. 

7  Then  shall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel ; 
And  join  the  sentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  sinner,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumphs  shall  afford ; 
Such  honor  for  the  saints  remains  : 
Praise  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 


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PSALM  150.  First  Part,  H.  M. 

Universal  praise  to  the    God  of  our  salvation. 

N  Zion's  sacred  gates, 


Let  hymns  of  praise  begin ; 
Where  acts  of  faith  and  love 

With  ceaseless  beauty  shine  : 
In  mercy  there,  while  God  is  known, 
Before  his  throne  with  songs  appear. 

In  heav'n,  his  house  on  high, 

Ye  angels  lift  your  voice ; 
Let  heav'nly  harps  resound, 

And  happy  saints  rejoice  : 
The  glories  sing,  that  ever  shine 
With  pomp  divine,  around  your  King. 

His  wondrous  acts  demand, 

His  wisdom  and  his  grace, 
The  labors  of  our  hands, 

And  transports  of  our  praise  : 
Rehearse  his  name  to  ev'ry  shore, 
Where'er  his  pow'r  his  works  proclaim. 

Let  the  trump's  martial  voice, 

The  timbrel's  softer  sound, 
The  organ's  solemn  peal, 

United  praise  resound : 
To  swell  the  «song  with  highest  joy, 
Let  man  employ  his  tuneful  tongue. 

PSALM  150.  Second  Part.  L.  M. 

Hallelujah. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  all  nature  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  unite,  and  raise 
High  hallelujah's  to  his  praise. 

While  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  around, 
Their  hallelujahs  high  resound ; 


228  PSALM  CL. 

Let  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Exulting  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  As  instruments  well  tun'd  and  strung, 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  with  heart  and  tongue 
"While  life  remains  we'll  loud  proclaim 
High  hallelujahs  to  his  name. 

4  Beyond  the  grave,  in  nobler  strains, 
When  freed  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  pains, 
Eternally  the  church  will  raise 

High  hallelujahs  to  his  praise. 


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I  will  sing  unto  the  Lord  as  long  as  I  live ;  I  will  sing  praise  unto  my  God  while  I 
have  my  being. — Ps.  civ.  33. 

I  will  sing  with  the  spirit,  and  I  will  sing  with  the  understanding  also. — 1  Cor.  xiv.  15. 

Unto  Him  that  hath  loved  us  and  washed  us  from  our  sins  iu  his  own  blood — to  Him  be 
glory  and  dominion  forever  and  ever,  Amen. — Rev.  i.  5,  6. 


HYMNS. 


I.    Universal  Praise, 
HYMN  1.     L.  M. 

Universal  Praise  to  God. 

TO  God,  the  universal  King, 
Let  all  mankind  their  tribute  bring ; 
All  that  have  breath,  your  voices  raise, 
In  songs  of  never-ceasing  praise. 

The  spacious  earth  on  which  we  tread, 
And  wider  heav'ns  stretch'd  o'er  our  head  ; 
A  large  and  solemn  temple  frame, 
To  celebrate  its  Builder's  fame. 

Here  the  bright  sun  that  rules  the  day, 
As  through  the  sky  he  makes  his  way ; 
To  all  the  world  proclaims  aloud, 
The  boundless  sov'reignty  of  God. 

When  from  his  courts  the  sun  retires, 
And  with  the  day  his  voice  expires, 
The  moon  and  stars  adopt  the  song, 
And  through  the  night  his  praise  prolong. 

The  list'ning  earth  with  rapture  hears 
Th'  harmonious  music  of  the  spheres ; 
And  all  her  tribes  the  notes  repeat, 
That  God  is  wise,  and  good,  and  great. 

But  man,  endow'd  with  nobler  pow'rs, 
His  God  in  nobler  strains  adores ; 
His  is  the  gift  to  know  the  song, 
As  well  as  sing  with  tuneful  tongue. 


232  UNIVERSAL  PRAISE. 

HYMN  2.     L  M. 

Universal  praise  to  God. 

LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 
From  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  The  Lord,  how  absolute  he  reigns  ! 

Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  strains, 
And  speak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 

When  nature  all  around  you  sings  ? 
0  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 

From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings ! 

4  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 

Let  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

5  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

0  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 
But  saints  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

H  Y  M  N  3.      C.  P.  M. 

Praise  from  all  creatures. 

BEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 
And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  angels  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  th'  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing ; 
Let  ev'ry  list'ning  saint  above, 


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Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 
And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

3  Join,  all  ye  stars,  the  vocal  choir ; 
Thou  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire 

The  mighty  chorus  aid ; 
And  soon  as  ev'ning  veils  the  plain, 
Thou  moon,  prolong  the  hallow'd  strain, 

And  praise  him  in  the  shade. 

4  Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
Where  pure,  serene  effulgence  reigns, 

Ye  scenes  divinely  fair, 
Your  Maker's  wondrous  pow'r  proclaim, 
Tell  how  he  form'd  your  shining  frame, 

And  breath'd  the  fluid  air. 

5  Thou  heav'n  of  heav'ns,  his  vast  abode, 
Proclaim  the  glories  of  thy  God ; 

Ye  worlds  declare  his  might : 
He  spake  the  word,  and  ye  were  made, 
Darkness  and  dismal  chaos  fled, 

And  nature  sprung  to  light. 

6  What'er  this  living  world  contains, 
That  wings  the  air,  or  treads  the  plains, 

United  praise  bestow; 
Ye  tenants  of  the  ocean  wide 
Proclaim  him  through  the  mighty  tide, 

And  in  the  deeps  below. 

7  Let  every  element  rejoice ; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll ; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whisp'ring  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

8  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ ; 

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234  THE   SCRIPTURES. 

Spread  his  tremendous  Name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, 
The  gen'ral  burst  of  joy. 

HYMN  4.     H.  M. 

A  general  song    of  praise. 

SING  to  the  Lord  most  high ; 
Let  ev'ry  land  adore  ; 
With  grateful  voice  make  known 

His  goodness  and  his  pow'r. 
Let  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways, 
And  let  his  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 

2  Enter  his  courts  with  joy, 

With  fear  address  the  Lord ; 
He  form'd  us  with  his  hand, 

And  quicken'd  by  his  word. 
With  wide  command  he  spreads  his  sway 
O'er  ev'ry  sea,  and  ev'ry  land. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 

And  ev'ry  blessing  give ; 
We  feed  upon  his  care, 

And  in  his  pastures  live. 
With  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways, 
And  let  his  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 

4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  truth  and  mercy  sure ; 
While  earth  and  heav'n  shall  last, 

His  promises  endure. 
With  bounteous  hand  he  spreads  his  sway 
O'er  ev'ry  sea,  and  ev'ry  land. 


II.    The  Scriptures. 
HYMN  5.     C.  M. 

The   Bible. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines ! 


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Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines  ! 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  carl  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows 

And  yields  a  sweet  repast; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invites  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  springs  of  consolation  rise 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind ; 

And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 

And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

5  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

6  0  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight, 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light! 

7  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there ! 

HYMN  6.     L.  M. 

Prophecy  and  Inspiration. 

TWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word  ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 
Confirm'd  the  messages  they  brought; 


236  THE    SCRIPTURES. 

The  prophet's  pen  succeeds  his  breath, 
To  save  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God !  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see. 

And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 

4  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hopes  secure, 
This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure. 

HYMN  7.     L.  ML 

The  Holy  Scriptures. 

GOD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
His  mind  and  will  to  saints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace 

To  teach  us  in  these  latter  da  vs. 

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2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  sure  record ; 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 
Is  by  the  sweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

'   3  God's  kindest  thoughts  are  here  express'd 
Able  to  make  us  wise  and  blest ; 
The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  nations  all,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epistles  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  sent  his  sacred  word 
To  evry  land.)  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

HYMN  S,     CM. 

The  inspired  word,  a  system  of  knowledge  and  joy. 

OW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heav'n. 


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2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

HYMN  9.     L.  M. 

The  usefulness  of  the   Scriptures. 

WHEN  Israel  through  the  desert  pass'd, 
A  fiery  pillar  went  before, 
To  guide  them  through  the  dreary  waste, 
And  lessen  the  fatigues  they  bore. 

2  Such  is  thy  glorious  word,  0  God ! 
'Tis  for  our  light  and  guidance  giv'n ; 
Its  sheds  a  lustre  all  abroad, 

And  points  the  path  to  bliss  and  heav'n. 

3  It  fills  the  soul  with  sweet  delight, 
And  quickens  its  inactive  pow'rs  ; 
It  sets  our  wand'ring  footsteps  right, 
Displays  thy  love,  and  kindles  ours. 

4  Its  promises  rejoice  our  hearts ; 
Its  doctrines  are  divinely  true ; 
Knowledge  and  pleasure  it  imparts ; 
It  comforts  and  instructs  us  too. 

5  Ye  favor'd  lands,  who  have  this  word, 
Ye  saints,  who  feel  its  saving  pow'r, 
Unite  your  tongues  to  praise  the  Lord, 
And  his  distinguish'd  grace  adore. 

HYMN  10.     C.  M. 

The  light  and  glory  of  the  icord. 

THE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight ; 


238  THE    SCRIPTURES. 

Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  ev'ry  age, 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heav'nly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

HYMN  11.     C.  M. 

Tlie  Holy   Scriptures. 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord ; 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  consecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin  ; 


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Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  0  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

HYMN  12.     L.  M. 

Bible  indited  and  preserved  by  the  Spirit. 

ETERNAL  Spirit !  'twas  thy  breath 
The  oracles  of  truth  inspir'd, 
And  kings,  and  holy  seers  of  old, 
With  strong  prophetic  impulse  fir'd. 

2  Fill'd  with  thy  great  almighty  pow'r, 

Their  lips  with  heav'nly  science  flow'd  ; 
Their  hands  a  thousand  wonders  wrought, 
Which  bore  the  signature  of  God. 

3  With  gladsome  hearts  they  spread  the  news 

Of  pardon,  through  a  Saviour's  blood, 
And  to  a  num'rous  seeking  crowd 
Mark'd  out  the  path  to  his  abode. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell,  in  vain 

Against  the  sacred  word  combine ; 
Thy  providence  through  ev'ry  age, 
Securely  guards  the  book  divine. 

5  Thee,  its  great  author,  source  of  light, 

Thee,  its  preserver,  we  adore  ; 
And  humbly  ask  a  ray  from  thee, 
Its  hidden  wonders  to  explore. 


240  THE    SCRIPTURES. 

HYMN   13.     L.  M. 

The  Gospel  of  Christ. 

GOD  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known, 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 

May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name ; 
'Tis  writ  in  characters  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

3  Here  Jesus  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul-attracting  charms  displays ; 
Kecounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

4  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts  ; 
Its  influ'nce  makes  the  sinner  live, 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

5  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view. 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

6  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 

Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  mine  eye ; 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

HYMN   14.     L.  M. 

The  power  of  the  gospel. 

THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedv  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind; 


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This-sov'reign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruin'd  creature  man. 

The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live ; 
Dry  bones  are  rais'd  and  cloth'd  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

Where  Satan  reign'd  in  shades  of  night, 
The  gospel  strikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 
Our  lust  its  wondrous  pow'r  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  souls. 

Lions  and  beasts  of  savage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb ; 
While  the  wide  world  esteem  it  strange, 
Gaze  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change. 

May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinner's  gaze  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage, 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


III.     Being  and  Attributes  of  God. 
HYMN  15.     L.  M. 

Being  of  God. 

THERE  is  a  God  all  nature  speaks, 
Thro'  earth,  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies 
See,  from  the  clouds,  his  glory  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 

The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame, 

Inscribes  in  characters  of  light, 

His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

The  flow'ry  tribes  all  blooming  rise 
Above  the  weak  attempts  of  art ; 

The  smallest  worms,  the  meanest  flies, 
Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart. 
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242  BEIXG  AND  ATTRIBUTES   OF   GOD. 

4  Ye  curious  minds  who  roam  abroad. 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  the  God, 
Bow  down  before  him  and  adore. 

HYMN  16.     L.  M. 

The  unity  of  God. 

ETERNAL  God  !  Almighty  Cause 
Of  earth  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown. 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  Being  singly  stands, 

Of  all  within  itself  possest ; 
Controll'd  by  none  are  thy  commands, 
Thou  from  thyself  alone  art  blest. 

3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe  ; 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  due  homage  pay ; 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 

4  Spread  thy  great  name  thro'  heathen  lands ; 

Their  idle  deities  dethrone  ; 
Reduce  the  world  to  thy  commands, 
And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

HYMN  17.     CM. 

Eternity  of  God. 

THOU  didst.  0  mighty  God,  exist, 
Ere  time  be^an  its  race  ; 
Before  the  ample  elements 
Fill  d  up  the  void  of  space. 

2  Before  the  pondrous  earthly  globe 

In  fluid  air  was  stay'd  ; 
Before  the  ocean's  mighty  springs 
Their  liquid  stores  display* d. 

3  Ere  men  adord  or  angels  knew. 

Or  prais'd  thy  wondrous  name  ; 


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Thy  bliss,  (0  sacred  spring  of  life !) 
And  glory  were  the  same. 

And  when  the  pillars  of  the  world, 

With  sudden  ruin  break, 
And  all  this  vast  and  goodly  frame, 

Sinks  in  the  mighty  wreck  : 

When  from  her  orb  the  moon  shall  start, 

Th'  astonish'd  sun  roll  back ; 
While  all  the  trembling  starry  lamps 

Their  ancient  course  forsake  : 

Forever  permanent  and  fix'd, 

From  agitation  free, 
Unchang'd  in  everlasting  years, 

Shall  thy  existence  be. 

HYMN  18.     C.  M. 

God's  eternity. 

RISE,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground, 
Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And  rouse  up  ev'ry  tuneful  sound 
To  praise  th'  eternal  God. 

Long  ere  the  lofty  skies  were  spread, 

Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne ; 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 

The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

His  boundless  years  can  ne'er  decrease, 

But  still  maintain  their  prime ; 
Eternity  s  his  dwelling-place, 

And  ever  is  his  'time. 

While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  present  and  the  past, 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  now, 

And  sees  our  as:es  waste. 

The  sea  and  sky  must  perish  too, 
And  vast  destruction  come ! 


244  BEING    AND    ATTRIBUTES   OF    GOD. 

The  creatures — look,  how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom  ! 

G  Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  away. 
And  flame  melt  down  the  skies, 
My  God  shall  live  an  endless  day. 
When  th'  old  creation  dies. 

HYMN  19.     CM. 

The  Infinite. 

THY  names,  how  infinite  they  be  ! 
Great  Everlasting  one  !   . 
Boundless  thy  might  and  majesty, 
And  unconfin'd  thy  throne. 

2  Thy  glories  shine  of  wondrous  size, 

And  wondrous  large  thy  grace; 
Immortal  day  breaks  from  thine  eyes, 
And  Gabriel  veils  his  face. 

3  Thine  essence  is  a  vast  abyss, 

Which  angels  cannot  sound, 
An  ocean  of  infinities, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown" d. 

4  The  myst'ries  of  creation  lie 

Beneath  enlighten'd  minds, 
Thoughts  can  ascend  above  the  sky. 
And  fly  before  the  winds. 

5  Reason  may  grasp  the  massy  hills, 

And  stretch  from  pote  to  pole ; 
But  half  thy  name  our  spirit  fills, 
And  overloads  our  soul. 

6  In  vain  our  haughty  reason  swells, 

For  nothing's  found  in  thee 
But  boundless  inconceivable. 
And  vast  eternity. 


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HYMN  20.     L.  M. 

God  incomprehensible. 

WHAT  finite  pow'r  with  ceaseless  toil 
Can  fathom  the  eternal  mind  ? 
Or  who  th'  Almighty  Three  in  One, 
By  searching  to  perfection  find  ? 

2  Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise 

Harmonious,  their  adorning  songs ; 
Their  lab' ring  thoughts  sink  down  opprest, 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

3  Yet  would  I  lift  my  trembling  voice, 

A  portion  of  his  ways  to  sing ; 
And  mingling  with  his  meanest  works, 
My  humble,  grateful,  tribute  bring. 

HYMN  21.  L.  M. 

God  unchangeable. 

SHALL  e'er  the  shadow  of  a  change 
Eclipse  the  origin  of  light  ? 
Or  can  the  hopes  which  truth  has  rais'd, 
Lie  buried  in  eternal  night  ? 

2  Sooner  may  nature's  laws  reverse, 

Revolving  seasons  cease  their  round ; 
Nor  spring  appear  in  blooming  pride, 
Nor  autumn  be  with  plenty  crown'd : 

3  Yon  shining  orbs  forget  their  course, 

The  sun  his  destin'd  path  forsake ; 
And  nature  lose  her  rapid  force, 
Before  our  God  a  change  can  make. 

4  Earth  may  with  all  her  works  dissolve, 

(If  such  her  great  Creator's  will;) 
But  HE  forever  is  the  same, 
I  AM !  is  his  memorial  still. 

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246  BEING   AND   ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 

HYMN  22.  L.  M. 

God's  sovereignty. 

GOD  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown, 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne, 
If  he  resolve,  who  dare  oppose, 
Or  ask  him  why,  or  what  he  does? 

2  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole, 
He  calms  the  tempest  of  the  soul; 

When  he  shuts  up  in  long  despair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar? 

3  He  frowns,  and  darkness  veils  the  moon 
The  fainting  sun  grows  dim  at  noon; 
The  pillars  of  heav'n's  starry  roof 
Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 

4  He  gave  the  vaulted  heaven  its  form, 
The  crooked  serpent  and  the  worm; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  smites  the  sons  of  pride  to  death. 

5  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways, 
But  who  shall  dare  describe  his  face: 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  stand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand? 

HYMN  23.  C.  M. 

God  invisible. 

THE  great  invisible  Unknown, 
Who  fills  th'  eternal  throne, 
Is  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
Jehovah,  God  alone. 

2  'Tis  far  beyond  blind  mortal  eyes 

To  see  his  bright  abode; 
Nor  can  created  minds  e'er  glance 
A  thought  half  way  to  God. 

3  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  sky, 

Th'  Eternal  reigns  alone  ; 


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Where  human  minds,  nor  finite  wings, 
Can  mount  the  topless  throne. 

4  Let  ev'ry  nation,  tribe  and  tongue, 
His  matchless  pow'r  proclaim  ; 
And  heav'n  and  earth,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas 
Repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

HYMN  24.     L.  M. 

Power  and  dominion  of  God. 

THE  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns, 
In  robes  of  majesty  array 'd  ; 
His  rule  Omnipotence  sustains, 

And  guides  the  worlds  his  hands  have  made. 

2  Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  ere  the  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad, 
Thy  awful  throne  was  fix'd  above ; 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

3  The  swelling  floods  tumultuous  rise, 

Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar ; 
Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies, 

And  foam  and  lash  the  trembling  shore. 

4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God  on  high, 

Controls  the  fiercely  raging  seas  ; 
He  speaks — and  noise  and  tempest  fly, 
The  waves  sink  down  in  gentle  peace. 

5  Thy  sov'reign  laws  are  ever  sure, 

Eternal  holiness  is  thine  ; 
And  Lord,  thy  people  shall  be  pure,  - 
And  in  thy  blest  resemblance  shine. 

HYMN  25.     C.  M. 

Omnipresence  ond  omniscience  of  God. 

LORD  !  thou,  with  an   unerring  beam, 
Surveyest  all  my  pow'rs  ; 
My  rising  steps  are  watch'd  by  thee, 
By  thee  my  resting  hours. 


248  BEING    AND   ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 

2  My  thoughts,  scarce  struggling  into  birth, 

Great  God,  are  known  to  thee  ; 
Abroad,  at  home,  still  I'm  inclos'd, 
With  thine  immensity. 

3  To  thee  the  labyrinths  of  life 

In  open  view  appear; 
Nor  steals  a  whisper  from  my  lips 
Without  thy  list'ning  ear. 

4  Behind  I  glance,  and  thou  art  there, 

Before  me  shines  thy  name ; 
And  'tis  thy  strong  almighty  hand 
Sustains  my  tender  frame. 

5  Such  knowledge  mocks  the  vain  essay 

Of  my  astonish'd  mind ; 
Nor  can  my  reason's  soaring  eye 
Its  tow'ring  summit  find. 

HYMN  26.  CM. 

Omniscience  of  God. 

THE  eye  of  God  is  ev'ry  where 
To  watch  the  sinner's  ways ; 
He  sees  who  join  in  humble  pray'r, 
And  who  in  solemn  praise. 

2  One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 

Can  pierce  and  search  us  through  ; 
Nor  heav'n,  nor  earth,  nor  hell  afford 
A  shelter  from  thy  view  ! 

3  The  universe,  in  ev'ry  part, 

At  once  before  thee  lies  ; 
And  ev'ry  thought  of  ev'ry  heart, 
Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 

4  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  pray  and  praise 

With  fervent,  holy  love ; 
And  fit  us  by  thy  word  of  grace, 
To  worship  thee  above. 


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HYMN  27.     L.  M. 

Wisdom  and  knowledge  of  God. 

AWAKE  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
To  him,  who  gave  thee  pow'r  to  sing ; 
Praise  him,  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

How  vast  his  knowledge  !  how  profound  ! 
A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd  ! 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  these  heav'nly  flames. 

Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold ; 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

But  in  redemption,  0  what  grace  ! 
To  save  the  sons  of  Adam's  race ; 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright. 
Praise  him  my  soul  with  sweet  delight. 

HYMN  28.     L.  M. 

The  justice  of  God. 

T^TERNAL  King!  the  greatest,  best, 
JCi  Forever  glorious,  ever  blest ; 
The  great  I  AM,  Jehovah,  Lord, 
By  seraphim  and  saint  ador'd. 

Justice  the  firm  foundation  lays 

Of  all  thy  laws,  thy  works  and  ways ; 

Obedient  souls  will  ever  find 

A  God  that's  faithful,  loving,  kind. 

But  he  who  sins  becomes  accurs'd, 
Or  God  would  be  no  longer  just; 
Curs'd  is  the  man  who  dares  withdraw 
Obedience  from  thy  holy  law. 

Where  then,  great  God,  or  how  shall  we 
Approach  thy  dreadful  majesty ! 


250  BEING    AND    ATTRIBUTES   OF    GOD. 

Thy  sacred  law  we  oft  have  broke, 
And  stand  obnoxious  to  thy  stroke. 

5  But  0  thou  holy,  just  and  true  ! 
Though  justice  must  have  all  its  due, 
Thou  canst  be  just,  yet  justify 

The  soul  that  doth  on  Christ  rely. 

6  0  boundless  wisdom,  love  and  pow'r  ! 
Thy  matchless  mercy  we  adore, 
That  found  out  this  amazing  plan 
To  save  thy  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

7  We  plead  the  sufF rings  of  thy  Son  ; 
We  plead  his  righteousness  alone  ; 

He  bore  the  curse,  whence  thou  art  just 
In  pard'ning  those  who  were  accurs'd. 

HYMN  29.     CM. 

Holiness  of   God. 

HOLY  and  rev'rend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King ; 
Thrice  holy,  Lord,  the  angels  cry, 
Thrice  holy,  let  us  sing ! 

2  Holy  is  he  in  all  his  works, 

And  truth  is  his  delight ; 
But  sinners  and  their  wicked  ways 
Shall  perish  from  his  sight. 

3  The  deepest  rev'rence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  0  my  soul,  to  God ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

4  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach  ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

5  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free ; 


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The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 

HYMN  30.     L.  M. 

Faithfulness  of  God. 

YE  humble  saints  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  a  faithful  God ; 
How  just  and  true  are  all  his  ways  ! 
How  much  above  your  highest  praise  ! 

The  words  his  sacred  lips  declare, 
Of  his  own  mind  the  image  bear ; 
What  should  him  tempt,  from  frailty  free, 
Blest  in  his  self-sufficiency  ? 

He  will  not  his  great  self  deny ; 
A  God  all  truth  can  never  lie ; 
As  well  might  he  his  being  quit, 
As  break  his  oath,  or  word  forget. 

Let  frighted  rivers  change  their  course, 
Or  backward  hasten  to  their  source, 
Swift  through  the  air  let  rocks  be  hurl'd 
And  mountains  like  the  chaff  be  whirl'd. 

Let  sun  and  stars  forget  to  rise, 
Or  quit  their  stations  in  the  skies ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  both  pass  away, 
Eternal  truth  shall  ne'er  decay. 

True  to  his  word,  God  gave  his  Son, 
To  die  for  crimes  which  men  had  done ; 
Blest  pledge  !  he  never  will  revoke 
A  single  promise  he  has  spoke. 

HYMN  31.     L.  M. 

Truth  and  faithfulness. 

JEHOYAH  is  a  God  of  might, 
He  fram'd  the  earth,  he  built  the  sky 
And  what  he  speaks  is  surely  right, 
"The  strength  of  Israel  will  not  lie." 


252  BEING  AND   ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 

2  Ye  weary  souls,  with  sin  opprest. 

To  him  let  ev'ry  trouble  fly ; 
His  promise  is,  "I'll  give  you  rest," 
"  The  strength  of  Israel  will  not  lie." 

3  Then  why  sunk  down  beneath  despair  ? 

To  Jesus'  throne  of  grace  apply ; 
His  promise  plead,  he'll  hear  your  pray'r, 
"  The  strength  of  Israel  will  not  lie." 

4  Ask  what  you  will  in  Jesus'  name, 

He  never  will  your  suit  deny ; 
To  save  you  from  the  curse  he  came, 
"  The  strength  of  Israel  will  not  lie." 

5  Behold  !  I  come,  most  gracious  Lord, 

And  on  thy  promise  now  rely ; 
In  my  distress,  how  sweet  this  word, 
"  The  strength  of  Israel  will  not  lie." 

HYMN  32.     CM. 

Goodness  of  God. 

YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise ; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come ; 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 


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Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 

With  bliss  divinely  free. 

Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love, 

What  honors  shall  we  raise  ? 
Not  all  the  raptur'd  songs  above 

Can  render  equal  praise. 

HYMN  33.     C.  M. 

Love  of  God. 

COME  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
And  lift  your  souls  above ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that  God  is  love. 

This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove ; 
Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts,  appears 

To  show,  that  God  is  love. 

Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 

Thunders  his  dreadful  name ; 
But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 

The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

In  all  his  doctrines  and  commands, 

His  counsels  and  designs, 
In  ev'ry  work  his  hands  have  fram'd, 
His  love  supremely  shines. 

Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim, 

Thro'  earth  and  heav'n  above, 
The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 

That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love. 

HYMN  34.    L.  M. 

The  loving -kindness  of  the  Lord. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 

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254  BEING    AND   ATTRIBUTES   OF   GOD. 

He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  great ! 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  0  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather' d  thick  and  thunder' d  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pow'rs  must  fail ; 
0 !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

HYMN  35.     L.  M. 

Holiness  or  perfection  of  God  united. 

INFINITE  grace!  and  can  it  be 
That  heaven's  Supreme  should  stoop  so  low 
To  visit  one  so  vile  as  I, 

One  who  has  been  his  bitt'rest  foe  ? 

2  Can  holiness  and  wisdom  join 

With  truth,  with  justice,  and  with  grace ; 
To  make  eternal  blessings  mine, 
And  sin  with  all  its  guilt  erase  ? 

3  0  love  !  beyond  conception  great, 

That  form'd  the  vast,  stupendous  plan ! 


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Where  all  divine  perfections  meet, 
To  reconcile  rebellious  man ! 

4  There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  blaze, 

And  justice  all  her  rights  maintains  ! 
Aston ish'd  angels  stoop  to  gaze, 

While  mercy  o'er  the  guilty  reigns. 

5  Yes,  mercy  reigns,  and  justice  too, 

In  Christ  they  both  harmonious  meet ; 
He  paid  to  justice  all  her  due, 
And  now  he  fills  the  mercy-seat. 

6  Such  are  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

And  such  th'  amazing  depths  of  grace, 
To  save  from  wrath's  vindictive  rod, 
The  chosen  sons  of  Adam's  race. 

7  With  grateful  songs,  then  let  our  souls 

Surround  our  gracious  Father's  throne ; 
And  all  between  the  distant  poles 
His  truth  and  mercy  ever  own. 

HYMN  36.     L.  M. 

God  exalted  above  all  praise. 

ETERNAL  Pow'r !  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  our  God  ; 
Infinite  lengths,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

2  The  lowest  step  above  thy  seat, 
Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet ; 
In  vain  the  tall  archangel  tries 

To  reach  thy  height  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

3  Lord  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too ; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High  ! 

4  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame, 

And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name  ; 


256  TRINITY. 

But  0  !  the  glories  of  thy  mind, 
Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heav 'n,  but  man  below  ; 
Be  short  our  tunes ;  our  word  be  few ; 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 


IV.  Trinity, 
HYMN  37.     C.  M. 

The  Holy   Trinity. 

HAIL  !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Whom  One  in  Three  we  know ; 
By  all  thy  heav'nly  host  ador'd, 
By  all  thy  church  below. 

One  undivided  Trinity, 

With  triumph  we  proclaim ; 

Thv  universe  is  full  of  thee, 
And  speak  thy  glorious  name. 

Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess, 

Thee,  holy  Son,  adore  ; 
Thee,  Spirit  of  truth  and  holiness. 

We  worship  evermore. 

The  incommunicable  right, 

Almighty  God,  receive ! 
Which  angel-choirs,  and  saints  in  light, 

And  saints  embodied  give. 

Three  Persons  equally  divine 

We  magnify  and  love ; 
And  both  the  choirs  ere  long  shall  join. 

To  sing  thy  praise  above. 

Hail !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
(Our  heav'nly  song  shall  be,) 

Supreme,  essential  One,  adord 
In  co-eternal  Three  ! 


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HYMN  38.     L.M 

One  God  in  TJiree  Persons. 

ADORE  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  all  divine ; 
Who  are  distinct,  and  yet  but  One, 
And  only  One,  in  their  design. 

2  In  his  own  Son,  the  Father  shone 

In  rays  of  majesty  and  light ; 
In  Him,  the  Deity  came  down, 
Man  with  the  Godhead  to  unite. 

3  Almighty  Spirit,  glorious  God, 

To  thee  our  humble  notes  we  raise ; 
Thy  quick'ning  grace  we'll  sound  abroad, 
While  we  have  breath  thy  name  to  praise. 

4  Thus  we'll  adore  the  sacred  Three, 

From  whence  our  whole  salvation  came, 
And  still  through  vast  eternity, 

Thy  endless  grandeur  loud  proclaim. 

HYMN  39.     C.  M. 

A  song  of  praise  to  the  Holy  Trinity. 

LET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  0  God,  to  thee, 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne ; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word ; 
'Tis  he  restores  our  ruin'd  frame, 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hosanna !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat  the  joyful  sound ; 

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258  CREATION. 

Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 


V.  Creation. 
imiN  40.     L.  M. 

Creation. 

LOOK  up,  ye  saints !  direct  your  eyes 
To  him  who  dwells  above  the  skies ; 
With  your  glad  notes  his  praise  rehearse, 
Who  form'd  the  mighty  universe. 

He  spoke,  and  from  the  womb  of  night 
At  once  sprang  up  the  cheering  light ; 
Him  discord  heard ;  and  at  his  nod, 
Beauty  awoke,  and  spoke  the  God. 

The  word  he  gave,  th'  obedient  sun 
Began  his  glorious  race  to  run ; 
Nor  silver  moon,  nor  stars  delay, 
To  glide  along  the  ethereal  way. 

Teeming  with  light — air,  earth  and  sea, 
Obey  th'  Almighty's  high  decree  : 
To  ev'ry  tribe  he  gives  their  food, 
Then  speaks  the  whole  divinely  good. 

But  to  complete  the  wondrous  plan, 
From  earth  and  dust  he  fashions  man  ; 
In  man  the  last,  in  him  the  best, 
The  Maker's  image  stands  confest. 

Lord,  while  thy  gracious  works  I  view, 
Form  thou  my  heart  and  soul  anew ; 
Here  bid  thy  purest  light  to  shine, 
And  beauty  glow  with  charms  divine ! 

HYMN  41.,    C.  M. 

Creation. 

LORD,  when  our  raptur'd  thought  surveys 
Creation's  beauties  o'er, 


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All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  our  souls  adore. 

2  Where'er  we  turn  our  gazing  eyes. 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  The  living  tribes  of  countless  forms, 

In  earth,  and  sea,  and  air, 
The  meanest  flies,  the  smallest  worms, 
Almighty  pow'r  declare. 

4  Thy  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  goodness,  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works  appear; 
And  0 !  let  man  thy  praise  record, 
Man,  thy  distinguish'd  care. 

5  From  thee  the  breath  of  life  he  drew, 

That  breath  thy  pow'r  maintains; 
Thy  tender  mercy  ever  new, 
His  brittle  frame  sustains. 

6  Yet  nobler  favors  claim  his  praise, 

Of  reason's  light  possess'd ; 
By  revelation's  brightest  rays, 
Still  more  divinely  blest. 

HYMN  42.     C.  M. 

A    song    to    creating    Wisdom. 

ETERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise, 
Thee  the  creation  sings  ! 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heav'n's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it.  spread  the  sky  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heav'nly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 


260  PROVIDENCE. 

Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad ; 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

5  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move ; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore  and  love. 


VI.  Providence. 

HYMN  43.     C.  M. 

The    blessings   of  Providence. 

ALMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
Kind  guardian  of  my  days, 
Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 
In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thy  indulgent  care ; 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name, 
Or  breathe  the  infant  pray'r. 

3  Around  my  path  what  dangers  rose  ! 

What  snares  spread  all  my  road  ! 
No  pow'r  could  guard  me  from  my  foes, 
But  my  Preserver,  God. 

4  How  many  blessings  round  me  shone, 

Where'er  I  turn'd  mine  eye ! 
How  many  pass'd  almost  unknown, 
Or  unregarded,  by. 

5  Each  rolling  year  new  favors  brought 

From  thy  exhaustless  store  ; 
But  ah  !  in  vain  my  lab' ring  thought, 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 


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6  While  sweet  reflection,  through  my  days. 

Thy  bounteous  hand  would  trace, 
Still  dearer  blessings  claim  thy  praise, 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

7  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord, 

For  favors  more  divine ; 
That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

8  Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  decays, 

And  ev'ry  weakness  dies ; 
Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 

9  Then  shall  my  joyful  pow'rs  unite 

In  more  exalted  lays, 
And  join  the  happy  sons  of  light, 
In  everlasting  praise. 

HYMN  44.     C.  M. 

The  mysteries  of  Providence. 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 


262  PROVIDENCE. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  works  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  45.  L.M. 

Wisdom    of    Providence. 

WAIT,  0  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will, 
Tumultuous  passions  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise, 
His  providence  and  ways  are  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  the  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
But  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confest, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat  : 
And  'midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

HYMN  46.     C.  M. 

God  our  preserver. 

LET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 
Nor  death  nor  danger  fear, 
While  we  confess,  0  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 
And  flourish  bright  and  gay ; 


PROVIDENCE.  263 

A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone ; 
Strange  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  form'd  us  first ; 

Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 

That  rear'd  us  from  the  dust. 

5  While  we  have  breath,  or  life,  or  tongues, 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 

HYMN  47.     5s  &  6s. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

THOUGH  troubles  assail, 
And  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail, 

And  foes  all  unite ; 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us; 

Whatever  betide, 
The  Scriptures  assure  us, 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

2  The  birds  without  barn 

Or  store-house  are  fed, 
From  them  let  us  learn 

To  trust  for  our  bread  ; 
His  saints  what  is  fitting 

Shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  may  like  the  ships 

By  tempest  be  tost 


26  i  PROVIDENCE. 

On  perilous  deeps, 
But  cannot  be  lost ; 

Though  Satan  enrages 
The  wind  and  the  tide, 

The  promise  engages, 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey 

Like  Abr'am  of  old, 
Not  knowing  our  way, 

But  faith  makes  us  bold ; 
For  though  we  are  strangers 

We  have  a  good  guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  Satan  appears 

To  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears, 

We  triumph  by  faith ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us. 

Though  oft  he  has  tried, 
This  heart-cheering  promise, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak, 

Our  hope  is  in  vain ; 
The  God  that  we  seek 

We  ne'er  shall  obtain  : 
But  when  such  suggestions 

Our  spirits  have  plied, 
This  answers  all  questions, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

7  No  strength  of  our  own, 

Or  goodness  we  claim, 
Yet  since  we  have  known 

The  Saviour's  great  name ; 
In  this  our  strong  tow'r 

For  safety  we  hide, 


PROVIDENCE.  265 

The  Lord  is  our  pow'r, 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

8  When  life  sinks  apace, 

And  death  is  in  view, 
This  word  of  his  grace 

Shall  comfort  us  through  : 
Not  fearing  or  doubting 

With  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

HYMN  48.     L.  M. 

Providence  equitable  and  kind. 

THRO'  all  the  various  shifting  scene 
Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good ; 
Thy  hand,  0  God  !  conducts  unseen 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 

2  Thou  givest  with  paternal  care, 

Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  each  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 

3  Trust  we  to  youth,  or  friends,  or  pow'r  ? 

Fix  we  on  this  terrestrial  ball  ? 
When  most  secure,  the  coming  hour, 
If  thou  see  fit,  may  blast  them  all. 

4  When  lowest  sunk  with  grief  and  shame, 

Fill'd  with  affliction's  bitter  cup, 
Lost  to  relations,  friends,  and  fame, 
Thy  pow'rful  hand  can  raise  us  up. 

5  Thy  pow'rful  consolations  cheer, 

Thy  smiles  suppress  the  deep-fetch'd  sigh, 
Thy  hand  can  dry  the  trickling  tear, 
That  secret  wets  the  widow's  eye. 

6  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n, 

On  thy  eternal  will  depend  : 

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266  PROVIDENCE. 

And  all  for  greater  good  were  giv'n, 
And  all  shall  in  thy  glory  end. 

7  This  be  my  care ;  to  all  beside 
Indiff'rent  let  my  wishes  be; 
"  Passion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 
"And  fix'd,  0  God,  my  soul,  on  thee." 

HYMN  49.     L.  M. 

The  darkness  of  providence. 

LORD,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs, 
Th'  obscure  abyss  of  Providence, 
Too  deep  to  sound  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  sense. 

2  Now  thou  array' st  thine  awful  face 

In  angry  frowns,  without  a  smile : 
We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  compassion  still. 

3  Thro'  seas  and  storms  of  deep  distress 

We  sail  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight ; 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wilderness, 
Thro'  all  the  briars,  and  the  night. 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 

Resolve  to  scourge  us  here  below, 
Still  we  must  lean  upon  our  God,  * 

Thine  arm  shall  bear  us  safelv  through. 

HYMN  50.     C.  M. 

Mysteries  to  be  explained  hereafter. 

GREAT  God  of  Providence  !  thy  ways 
Are  hid  from  mortal  sight ; 
Wrapt  in  impenetrable  shades, 
Or  cloth'd  with  dazzling  light. 

2  The  wondrous  methods  of  thv  srace 
Evade  the  human  eye ; 
The  nearer  we  attempt  t'  approach. 
The  farther  off  they  fly. 


PROVIDENCE.  267 

3  But  in  the  world  of  bliss  above 

Where  thou  dost  ever  reign, 
These  myst'ries  shall  be  all  unveil' d, 
And  not  a  doubt  remain. 

4  The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  there 

His  brightest  beams  display, 
And  not  a  hov'ring  cloud  obscure 
That  never-ending  day. 

HYMN  51.     P.  M. 

My  times  are  in   thy  hand. 

SOV'REIGN  Ruler  of  the  skies ! 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise  ! 
All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand — 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  His  decree,  who  form'd  the  earth, 
Fix'd  my  first  and  second  birth : 
Parents,  native  place,  and  time — 
All  appointed  were  by  him. 

3  He  that  form'd  me  in  the  womb, 
He  shall  guide  me  to  the  tomb : 
All  my  times  shall  ever  be 
Order'd  by  his  wise  decree. 

4  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health ; 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth ; 
Times  of  trial  and  of  grief; 
Times  of  triumph  and  relief; 

5  Times  the  tempter's  pow'r  to  prove, 
Times  to  taste  a  Saviour's  love ; 
All  must  come,  at  last,  and  end, 

As  shall  please  my  heav'nly  Friend. 

6  Plagues  and  deaths  around  me  fly ; 
Till  he  bids,  I  cannot  die  ; 

Not  a  single  shaft  can  hit, 
Till  the  God  of  love  sees  fit. 


268  PROVIDENCE. 

7  0  thou  Gracious,  Wise,  and  Just, 
In  thy  hands  my  life  I  trust ; 
Have  I  somewhat  dearer  still  ? 

I  resign  it  to  thy  will. 

8  May  I  always  own  thy  hand — 
Still  to  thee  surrender'd  stand ; 
Know  that  thou  art  God  alone, 
I  and  mine  are  all  thy  own. 

HYMN  52.     S.M. 

Trust  in  divine  providence. 

(COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
J  And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  sure  trust  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heav'n  commands ; 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  winds  and  sees  ohey ; 
He  shall  direct  thv  wand'rins;  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  No  profit  canst  thou  gain, 

By  self-consuming  care ; 
To  him  commend  thy  cause,  his  ear 
Attends  the  softest  pray'r. 

4  Thine  everlasting  truth, 

Father,  thy  ceaseless  love, 
Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 
What  best  for  each  will  prove. 

5  And  whatso'er  thou  will'st, 

Thou  dost,  0  King  of  kings ! 
What  thy  unerring  wisdom  choose, 
Thy  pow'r  to  being  brings. 

6  Thou  ev'ry  where  hast  way, 

And  all  things  serve  thv  might, 
Thine  ev'ry  act  pure  blessing  is, 
Thy  path  unsullied  light, 


PROVIDENCE.  269 

7  When  thou  arisest,  Lord, 

What  shall  thy  work  withstand  ? 
When  all  thy  children  want,  thou  giv'st ; 
Who,  who  shall  stay  thy  hand  ? 

HYMN  53.     S.  M. 

Trust  in  divine  Providence. 

GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
Hope,  and  be  undismay'd 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is* thy  heart? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
And  ev'ry  care  be  gone. 

4  What  though  thou  rulest  not, 

Yet  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
Proclaim  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

5  Leave  to  his  sov'reign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command  : 
So  shalt  thou,  wond'ring,  own  his  way 
How  wise,  how  strong  his  hand? 

6  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought 
That  caus'd  thy  needless  fear. 

HYMN  54.     C.  M. 

Resignation    to    Providence. 

T  is  the  Lord — enthron'd  in  light 


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Whose  claims  are  all  divine ; 

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270  PBOYIDENCE. 

Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  It  is  the  Lord — should  I  distrust. 

Or  contradict  his  will, 
Who  cannot  do  but  what  is  just, 
And  must  be  righteous  still. 

3  It  is  the  Lord — who  gives  me  all 

My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease  ; 
And  of  his  bounties  may  recall     • 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

4  It  is  the  Lord — who  can  sustain 

Beneath  the  heaviest  load ; 
From  whom  assistance  I  obtain 
To  tread  the  thorny  road. 

5  It  is  the  Lord — whose  matchless  skill 

Can  from  afflictions  raise 
Matter  eternity  to  fill 

With  ever-growing  praise. 

6  It  is  the  Lord — my  cov  nant  God, 

Thrice  blessed  be  his  name  ! 
Whose  gracious  promise,  seal'd  with  blood, 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 

7  His  cov  nant  will  my  soul  defend, 

Should  nature's  self  expire; 
And  the  great  Judge  of  all  descend 
In  awful  flames  of  fire. 

S  And  can  my  soul  with  hopes  like  these, 
Be  sullen,  or  repine  ? 
No,  gracious  God,  take  what  thou  please, 
I'll  cheerfully  resign. 

HYMN  55.     C.  M. 

7?  sic/nation    to   Providence. 

LORD,  hast  thou  call'd  me  by  thy  grace. 
And  form'd  my  heart  anew ; 


PROVIDENCE.  271 

And  are  these  joys  which  now  I  taste, 
The  pledge  of  glory  too  ? 

2  I  leave  inferior  things  with  thee, 

Since  thou  hast  won  my  heart 
Whatever,  Lord,  is  good  for  me, 
Do  thou  that  good  impart. 

3  Not  to  my  wish,  but  to  my  want, 

Do  thou  thy  gifts  apply ; 
Unask'd-for  good,  Lord,  to  me  grant, 
What's  ill,  though  ask'd,  deny. 

HYMN  56.     L.  M. 

We   rely    on   God   our   Father. 

BENEATH  a  num'rous  train  of  ills, 
Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 
"Yet  shall  our  hope,  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  ev'ry  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

2  Parent  and  Husband,  Guard  and  Guide, 

Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one  ; 
On  thee  we  cast  our  heavy  cares, 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone. 

3  Our  Father,  God,  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  Rock,  our  Portion,  and  our  Friend, 
And  on  thy  cov'nant,  love  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

HYMN  57.     C.  M. 

It   is  well. 

IT  shall  be  well,  let  sinners  know, 
With  those  who  love  the  Lord ; 
His  saints  have  always  found  it  so, 
By  resting  on  his  word. 

2  Peace,  then,  ye  chasten'd  sons  of  God, 
Why  let  your  sorrows  swell ; 
Wisdom  directs  your  Father's  rod, 
His  word  says,  it  is  well. 


272  FALL   AND  DEPRAVITY   OF   MAN. 

3  Though  you  may  trials  sharp  endure, 

From  sin,  or  death,  or  hell ; 
Your  heav'nly  Father's  love  is  sure, 
And  therefore  it  is  well. 

4  Soon  will  your  sorrows  all  be  o'er, 

And  you  shall  sweetly  tell, 
On  Canaan's  calm  and  pleasant  shore, 
That  all  at  last  is  well. 


VII.  Fall  and  Depravity  of  Man. 
HYMN  58.     C.  M. 

Corrupt  nature  from  Adam. 

BLESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
Adam,  our  father,  stood, 
Till  he  debas'd  his  soul  to  sense, 
And  ate  th'  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 

To  sinful  joys  inclin'd; 
Keason  hath  lost  its  native  place, 
And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flesh,  and  sense,  and  passion  reigns. 

Sin  is  the  sweetest  good ; 
We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 
And  so  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 

Our  broken  pow'rs  restore ; 
Inspire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit !  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 


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FALL   AND   DEPRAVITY   OF  MAN.  273 

HYMN  59.     CM. 

Original   sin. 

OW  back  with  humble  shame  we  look 
On  our  original ; 


How  is  our  nature  dash'd  and  broke 
In  our  first  father's  fall ! 

To  all  that's  good  averse  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill ; 
What  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind  ! 

How  obstinate  our  will  I 

Conceiv'd  in  sin,  0  wretched  state  ! 

Before  we  draw  our  breath, 
The  first  young  pulse  begins  to  beat 

Depravity  and  death. 

Wild  and  unwholesome  as  the  root, 

Will  all  the  branches  be ; 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit, 

From  such  a  deadly  tree. 

What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean, 

Can  pure  productions  bring, 
Who  can  command  a  vital  stream 

From  an  infected  spring  ? 

Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 
Can  make  our  nature  clean ; 

While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death  and  sin. 

The  second  Adam  can  restore 

The  ruins  of  the  first ; 
Hosanna  to  that  sov'reign  pow'r, 

That  new  creates  our  dust. 


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HYMN  60.     L.  M. 

The   first   and  second    Adam. 

EEP  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne, 
Our  guilt  and  our  disgrace  we  own 


274  FALL   AND   DEPRAVITY    OF    MAX. 

Great  God !  we  own  the  unhappy  name. 
Whence  sprung  our  nature  and  our  shame ! 

2  Adam  the  sinner  :  at  his  fall, 
Death  like  a  conq'ror  seiz'd  us  all : 

A  thousand  new-born  babes  are  dead, 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  whilst  our  spirits,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  sing  the  honors  of  thy  grace, 
That  sent  to  save  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  sing  thine  everlasting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  : 
Adam  the  second,  from  the  dust 
Eaises  the  ruins  of  the  first. 

5  By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 
Through  all  his  seed  the  mischief  ran  ; 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now. 
Are  all  his  seed  made  righteous  too, 

6  Where  sin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  sons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding:  life  ;  there  glorious  grace 

Reigns  thro'  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

HYMN  61.     L.  M. 

The   fall  and  recovery  of  ?nan. 

DECEIV'D  by  subtle  snares  of  hell, 
Adam,  our  head,  our  hither  fell, 
When  Satan  in  the  serpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threat  ning — death  began 
To  take  possession  of  the  man  ; 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound. 
And  heavy  curses  smote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worse  reward  : 
Thus  saith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 


FALL  AND  DEPRAVITY   OF    MAN.  275 

"  Let  everlasting  hatred  be 

"  Betwixt  the  woman's  seed  and  thee. 

"  The  woman's  seed  shall  be  my  Son ; 
"  He  shall  destroy  what  thou  hast  done  ; 
'•'  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
"  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

HYMN  62.     L.  M. 

Original  sin;  or,  the  first  and  second  Adam. 

ADAM,  our  father  and  our  head, 
Transgress'd,  and  justice  doom'd  us  dead; 
The  fiery  law  speaks  all  despair, 
There's  no  reprieve  or  pardon  there. 

Call  a  bright  council  in  the  skies ; 
Seraphs,  the  mighty  and  the  wise, 
Speak — are  you  strong  to  bear  the  load, 
The  weighty  vengeance  of  a  God  ? 

In  vain  we  ask,  for  all  around 

Stand  silent  through  the  heav'nly  ground  ; 

There's  not  a  glorious  mind  above, 

Has  half  the  strength,  or  half  the  love. 

But  0 !  immeasurable  grace  ! 
The  Eternal  Son  takes  Adam's  place ; 
Down  to  our  world  the  Saviour  flies, 
Stretches  his  arms,  and  bleeds,  and  dies. 

Amazing  work  !  look  down,  ye  skies, 
Wonder  and  gaze  with  all  your  eyes  ! 
Ye  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
All  bow  to  this  myterious  love. 

HYMN  63.     S.  M. 

The  evil  heart. 

ASTONISH'D  and  distress'd, 
I  turn  mine  eyes  within  ; 
My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  opprest, 
The  seat  of  ev'ry  sin. 


276  FALL  AND  DEPRAVITY  OF    MAN. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints, 

These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  ; 
Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  renew. 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise. 

HYMN  64.     C.  M. 

We  are  corrupt  and  incapable  of  doing  good. 

SIN,  like  a  venomous  disease, 
Infects  our  vital  blood  ; 
The  only  help  is  sov'reign  grace, 
And  the  plrysician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  strength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Christ,  the  Lord  recalls  the  dead, 
With  his  Almighty  breath. 

3  Madness  by  nature  reigns  within, 

The  passions  burn  and  rage, 
Till  God's  own  Son,-  with  skill  divine, 
The  inward  fire  assuage. 

4  We  lick  the  dust,  we  grasp  the  wind, 

And  solid  good  despise ; 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jesus  makes  us  wise. 

5  We  give  our  souls  the  wounds  they  feel, 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 
And  rush  with  fury  down  to  hell 
But  grace  prevents  the  fall. 


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6  The  man  possess'd  among  the  tombs, 
Cuts  his  own  flesh,  and  cries ; 
He  foams  and  raves  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  the  foul  spirit  flies. 

HYMN  65.     L.  M. 

The  effects  of  the  fall  lamented. 

ARISE,  my  tend'rest  thoughts,  arise  ; 
To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes ; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame ; 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name ; 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son, 
The  world  abus'd,  the  soul  undone. 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 
Closing  in  everlasting  night — 

In  flames,  that  no  abatement  know, 
Though  briny  tears  forever  flow. 

4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene ; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flame. 

5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves ; 
Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 


VIII.    Redemption. 
HYMN  66.     C.  M. 

Redemption  by  Christ. 

WHEN  the  first  parents  of  our  race 
Rebell'd  and  lost  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  sin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  : 

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278  REDEMPTION. 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son ; 
Descending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Aside  the  Prince  of  Glory  threw 

His  most  divine  array. 
And  wrapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r  and  dying  love, 

Redeem"  d  unhappy  man, 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flesh  and  soul 

We  joyfully  resign  ; 
Bless'd  Jesus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thy  honor  shall  foreverbe 

The  business  of  our  days ; 
Forever  shall  our  thankful  tonsmes 
Speak  thy  deserved  praise. 

HYMN  67.     C.  M. 

Redemption  oy  price  and  power. 

JESUS,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 
My  tongue  would  bear  her  part ; 
Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Bless'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench' d  his  Father  s  flaming  sword 
In  his  own  vital  flood  : 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  soul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  sent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 


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4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never-ceasing  praise, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  saints  to  feel  his  grace. 

HYMN  68.     7s. 

Redeeming  love. 

NOW  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ! 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face ; 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  the  Saviour's  breast ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  pow'rs, 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove ; 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

7  Hither  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  tuneful  string ; 
Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


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280  REDEMPTION. 

HYMN  69.     L.  M. 

JRedcmjytion  hi/  Christ  alone. 

XSLAV'D  by  sin,  and  bound  in  chains, 
Beneath  its  dreadful  tyrant  sway. 
And  doom'd  to  everlasting  pains, 
We  wretched  guilty  captives  lay. 

2  Nor  gold  nor  gems  could  buy  our  peace, 
Nor  the  whole  world's  collected  store 

Suffice  to  purchase  our  release ; 

A  thousand  worlds  were  all  too  poor. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  the  mighty  God, 
An  all-sufficient  ransom  paid ; 

Invalu'd  price  !  his  precious  blood 
For  vile  rebellious  traitors  shed. 

4  Jesus  the  sacrifice  became, 
To  rescue  guilty  souls  from  hell ; 

The  spotless,  bleeding,  dying  Lamb, 
Beneath  avenging  justice  fell. 

5  Amazing  goodness  !  love  divine  ! 
0  may  our  grateful  hearts  adore 

The  matchless  grace,  nor  yield  to  sin, 
Nor  wear  its  cruel  fetters  more  ! 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  love  pursue 
The  glorious  work  it  has  begun ; 

Each  secret  lurking  foe  subdue, 
And  let  our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

HYMN  70.     C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

PLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lav. 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope 

Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

• 

2  With  pit  vino*  eves,  the  Prince  of  orace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 


REDEMPTION.  281 

He  saw,  and  (0  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter' d  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  spoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 
Jesus  hath  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  everlasting  pains. 

5  Oh  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviours  praises  speak. 

6  Yes,  we  will  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord ! 

Our  souls  are  all  on  flame ; 
Hosanna  round  the  spacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 

HYMN  71.      CM. 

Salvation. 

SALVATION  !  0,  the  joyful  sound  ! 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sov'reign  balm,  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

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282  REDEMPTION. 

HYMN  72.      CM. 

God   reconciled   in    Christ. 

DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again ; 
'Tis  by  thy  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins ; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  th'  Incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

HYMN  73.     L.  M. 

Salvation  by  grace  in  Christ. 

NOW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  supreme, 
Be  everlasting  honors  giv'n ; 
He  saves  from  hell,  (we  bless  his  name,) 
He  calls  *our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

3  'Twas  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  ; 


REDEMPTION.  283 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 
Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known  ; 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

5  He  dies ;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 

Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  destwv ; 
Rising,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

HYMN  74.     C.  M 

Christ's  commission. 

COME,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God, 
With  new  melodious  songs, 
Come,  render  to  almighty  grace, 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down.' 

5  Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 

Accept  thine  offer'd  grace  : 


284  REDEMPTION. 

We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love. 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

HYMN  75.     H.  M. 

Jubilee. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  }-ear  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Ye  who  have  sold.for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Come,  take  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 

Behold  your  Saviour  s  face  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


KEDEMPTION.  285 

6  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made ; 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom' d  sinners,  home. 

HYMN  76.     8,  7,  &  4s. 

Finished  redemption. 

HARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky! 
"Itisfinish'd!" 

Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  It  is  finish'd  ! — 0  what  pleasure  , 

Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 
It  is  finish'd ! 

Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ! 
Finish'd,  all  that  God  had  promis'd ; 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 
It  is  finish'd ! 

Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n, 

Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 
Hallelujah ! 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb ! 


286  COVENANT   OF   GRACE. 

IX.    Covenant  of  Grace. 
HYMN  77.     L.  M. 

Rainbow    of  the    covenant. 

WHEN  in  the  clouds,  with  colors  fair, 
I  see  the  covenant's  bow  appear ; 
Its  beauteous  form  and  lovely  rays, 
Awake  my  soul  to  love  and  praise. 

2  It  shows  to  me  how  firm  the  base, 
The  oath,  the  promise,  and  the  grace, 
Which  God  of  old,  ere  time  began, 
To  Zion  sware  in  Christ  his  Son. 

3  Dejected  saint,  dismiss  thy  fears, 

Still  round  the  throne  his  bow  appears, 
Proclaiming  peace  and  mercy  free, 
And  full  salvation  now  to  thee. 

4  It  points  thy  soul  to  Jesus  now, 
Vindictive  wrath  once  smote  his  brow ; 
That  on  thy  guilty  soul  and  mine. 

No  storms  should  beat  of  wrath  divine. 

5  Here,  when  thy  fears  begin  to  rise, 
And  hope  in  disappointment  dies  ; 
This  cov'nant  bow  thy  fears  shall  quell, 
'Twas  made  for  thee,  in  all  things  well. 

6  Should  sin  prevail,  and  sorrows  rise, 
And  guilt  and  darkness  veil  the  skies ; 
Still  round  the  throne  the  bow  shall  be, 
No  sign  of  wrath,  but  love  to  thee. 

HYMN  78.     L.  M. 

Stability    of  the   covenant. 

REJOICE,  ye  saints,  in  ev'ry  state, 
Divine  decrees  remain  unmov'd  ; 
No  turns  of  Providence  abate, 

God's  care  for  those  he  once  hath  lov'd. 


COVENANT  OF   GRACE. 


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2  Firmer  than  heav'n  his  cov'nant  stands, 

Tho'  earth  should  shake,  and  skies  depart ; 
"We're  safe  in  our  Kedeemer's  hands, 
Who  bears  our  names  upon  his  heart. 

3  Our  surety  knows  for  whom  he  stood, 

And  gave  himself  a  sacrifice  ; 
The  souls  once  sprinkled  with  his  blood, 
Possess  a  life  that  never  dies. 

4  Though  darkness  spread  around  our  tent, 

Though  fears  prevail  and  joys  decline ; 
God  will  not  of  his  oath  repent, 

Dear  Lord,  thy  people  still  are  thine. 


HYMN  79.     8s  &  7s. 

Covenant  love. 

FAR  beyond  all  comprehension 
Is  Jehovah's  cov'nant  love  : 
Who  can  fathom  its  dimension, 
Or  its  unknown  limits  prove  ? 

Ere  the  earth  upon  its  basis, 
By  creating  pow'r  was  built, 

His  designs  are  wise  and  gracious, 
For  removing  human  guilt. 

He  display' d  his  grand  intention, 
On  the  mount  of  Calvary  ;  ' 

When  he  died  for  our  redemption, 
Lifted  high  upon  the  tree. 

0  !  how  sweet  to  view  the  flowing 
Of  his  soul-redeeming  blood  ! 

With  divine  assurance  knowing 
That  it  made  my  peace  with  God. 

Freely  thou  wilt  bring  to  heaven 
All  thy  chosen  ransom'd  race, 

Who  to  thee,  their  head,  were  given, 
In  the  covenant  of  grace. 


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288  COVENANT   OF   GRACE. 

HYMN   80.     C.  M. 

Support  in  God's  covenant  under  trouble. 

MY  God,  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love 
Abides  forever  sure ; 
And  in  his  matchless  grace,  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  What  though  my  house  be  not  with  thee, 

As  nature  could  desire  ? 
To  nobler  joys  than  nature  gives, 
Thy  servants  all  aspire. 

3  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become ; 
Jesus  my  guardian  and  my  friend, 
And  heav'n  my  final  home  : 

4  I  welcome  all  thy  sov'reign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love  ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

5  Thy  cov'nant  the  last  accent  claims 

Of  this  poor  falt'ring  tongue  ; 
And  that  shall  the  first  notes  employ 
Of  my  celestial  song. 

HYMN  81.      L.M. 

H(pe  in  the  covenant. 

HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God ; 
But  everlasting  is  th}^  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace ; 
Eternal  pow'r  perforins  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endless  praise. 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 


JESUS,  SAVIOUR.  289 

Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise. 

The  gospel  bears  my  spirits  up ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 

In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 


X.    Jesus,  Saviour. 
HYMN   82.        C.  M. 

The  name  of  Jesus. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place ; 
My  never-failing  treas'ry,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus!  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

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290  JESUS,  SAVIOUR. 

HYMN  S3.     L.  M. 

Jt  tus — the  gift  of  God. 

JESUS,  my  love,  niv  chief  delight, 
For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray, 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  bus'ness  of  the  day. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  smiling  face. 

Which  I,  through  faith,  have  often  seen 
Arise,  thou  Sun  of  righteousness 
Dispel  the  clouds  that  intervene. 

3  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God, 

To  sinners  weary  and  dist rest. 
The  first  of  all  his  sills  bestow'd. 

And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

-i  Could  I  but  say.  this  gift  is  mine, 

I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
No  more  at  pain  or  want  repine. 
Nor  envy  the  rich  sinner's  state. 

5  This  precious  jewel  let  me  keep. 

And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart. 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep. 
It  never  shall  from  thence  depart. 

HYMX  84.     L.  M. 

(Testis  the  only  Saviour. 

JESUS,  the  spring  of  joys  divine. 
Whence  all  our  joys  and  comforts  flow, 
Jesus,  no  other  name  but  thine, 
Can  save  us  from  eternal  wo. 

2  In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 

The  way  to  happiness  and  God; 
Her  weak  directions  leave  the  mind 
Bewilder  d  in  a  dubious  road. 

3  Xo  other  name  will  heav  n  approve ; 

Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  way, 


JESUS,   SAVIOUR.  291 

Ordain'd  by  everlasting  love, 

To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Safe  lead  us  through  this  world  of  night, 
And  bring  us  to  the  blissful  plains, 
The  regions  of  unclouded  light, 
Where  perfect  joy  forever  reigns. 

HYMN  85.     CM. 

Jesus. 

BLESS'D  Jesus  !  when  my  soaring  thoughts 
O'er  all  thy  graces  rove ; 
How  is  my  soul  with  transport  lost 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love. 

2  Not  softest  strains  can  charm  mine  ears 

Like  thy  beloved  name  ; 
Nor  aught  beneath  the  skies  inspire 
My  heart  with  equal  flame. 

3  Where'er  I  look,  my  wondring  eyes 

Unnumber'd  blessings  see; 
But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 
If  once  compar'd  with  thee  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  rival  in  thy  breast  ? 

Search,  Lord,  for  thou  canst  tell, 
If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Or  please  my  soul  so  welL 

5  No,  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 

My  portion  and  my  joy  ; 
Forever  let  thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 

6  When  nature  faints — around  my  bed 

Let  thy  bright  glories  shine ; 
And  death  shall  all  his  terrors  lose, 
In  raptures  so  divine. 


292  JESUS,  SAVIOUR. 

HYMN  86.     L.  M. 

Not   ashamed    of    Christ. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ? 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star  : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  Morning-Star  !  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend ! 
No ;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then, — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  0  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

HYMN  87.     C.  M. 

Saviour. 

THE  Saviour !  0  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  ev'ry  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 


DIVINITY    OF  CHRIST.  293 

For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 

3  Th'  Almighty  Former  of  the  skies, 

Stoop'd  to  our  vile  abode ; 
"While  angels  view'd,  with  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  hail'd  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  0  the  rich  depths  of  love  diviue, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall : 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all  ! 


Divinity  of  Christ. 

HYMN  88.     L.  M. 

Jesus  is  God  and  man. 

ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word ; 
With  God  he  was ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  all  things  were  made ; 

By  him  supported  all  things  stand ; 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 

He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars ; 
His  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  his  years  ? 

4  But  lo  !  he  leaves  those  heav'nly  forms ; 

The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

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294  DIVINITY   OF   CHRIST. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Fathers  -only  Son  ; 

How  full  of  truth,  how  full  of  grace, 

When  thro'  his  flesh  the  Godhead  shone. 

6  The  angels  leave  their  high  abode. 
To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell 

The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Imnianuel. 

HYMN  89.     L.  M. 

Christ  is  the  Eternal  Son  of  God. 

CHRIST,  thou  glorious  King,  we  own 
Thee  to  be  God's  eternal  Son  ; 

The  Fathers  fulness,  life  divine, 

Mysteriously  are  also  thine. 

When  rolling  years  brought  on  the  day, 
Foretold  and  fix'd  for  this  display, 
Our  great  deliv'rance  to  obtain, 
Thou  didst  our  nature  not  disdain. 

At  God's  right  hand,  now,  Lord,  thou'rt  plac'd, 
And  with  thy  Father's  glory  grac'd, 
True  God  and  man  in  person  one ; 
A  Judge  to  pass  our  final  doom. 

From  day  to  day,  0  Lord,  do  we 
On  high  exalt  and  honor  thee ; 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  endrfor  evermore. 

HYMN  90.     L.  M. 

God  the  Son  equal  icith  the  Father. 

BRIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God, 
Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  thine  awful  seat. 

A  thousand  seraphs  strong  and  brigh  t 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity ; 


INCARNATION    OF    CHRIST.  295 

But  who  among  the  sons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparison  with  thee  ? 

3  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 

Jesus,  array'd  in  flesh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery,  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

4  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams  ; 

Their  essence  is  forever  one  ; 
Distinct  in  persons,  and  in  names, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

5  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ  our  King 

With  equal  honors  be  ador'd ; 
His  praise  let  ev'ry  angel  sing, 

And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord. 


Incarnation  of  Christ. 
HYMN  91.      8s&7s. 

Hie  birth  of  Christ. 

HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies ; 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heav'nly  hallelujahs  rise. 

Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  ; 

Glory,  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

"  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heav'n, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 

Souls  redeem'd,  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

"  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed, 
Heav'n  and  earth  his  praises  sing ! 

0  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  ! 


29G  INCARNATION   OF   CHRIST. 

5  "  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him, 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy, 
Till  in  heav'n  ye  sing  before  him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  !  " 

HYMN  92.     C.  M. 

Angels'   song. 

SHEPHERDS,  rejoice ;  lift  up  your  eyes, 
"  And  send  your  fears  away  ; 
"  News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies, 
"  Salvation's  born  to-day. 

2  "  Jesus,  the  God,  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you. ; 
"  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
"  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  "  No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

"  Nor  royal  shining  things  ; 
"  A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
"  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

4  "  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  see  his  humble  throne  ; 

"  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 

"  Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son." 

5  Thus  Gabriel  sang — and  straight  around 

The  heav'nly  armies  throng ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song  : 

C  "  Glory  to  God,  who  reigns  above, 
"  Let  peace  surround  the  earth  ; 
"  Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
"  At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

HYMN  93.     L.  M. 

Birth  of  Christ. 

TO  us  a  child  is  born  from  heav'n ; 
To  us  the  Son  of  God  is  giv'n  ; 


INCARNATION  OF    CHRIST.  297 

The  government  of  worlds  he  made, 
Upon  his  shoulders  shall  be  laid. 

2  His  name,  the  Wonderful  shall  be ; 
His  wonders  heav'n  and  earth  shall  see 
The  Counseller  of  truth  and  grace, 
Who  leads  in  paths  of  righteousness. 

3  The  Mighty  God,' that  glorious  name, 
His  works  and  word  join  to  proclaim  ; 
The  everlasting  Father,  He, 

And  the  whole  church  his  family. 

4  The  Prince  of  peace,  on  David's  throne, 
And  nations  yet  unborn,  shall  own 
His  sov'reign,  and  his  gracious  sway ; 
Glad  of  the  honor  to  obey. 

5  Justice  and  judgment  he'll  maintain ; 
To  everlasting  ages  reign, 

And  his  blest  empire  shall  increase, 
Till  time  with  all  its  movements  cease. 

HYMN  94.     L.  M. 

Birth  of  Christ. 

BEHOLD  the  day  !  the  appointed  day, 
The  prophecies  are  all  fulfilled  ! 
The  day  which  Abr'am  long'd  to  see, 
Which  ushers  in  the  holy  child. 

2  Angelic  legions  catch  the  flame, 

And  down  to  earth  they  wing  their  way, 
They  hail  the  shepherds,  and  proclaim, 
"  Jesus  the  God  is  born  to-day  ?" 

3  A  wondrous  star  in  heav'n  appears, 

The  herald  of  the  new-born  King ! 
Who  comes  to  banish  all  our  fears, 
And  a  complete  salvation  bring. 

4  This  type  of  Jacob's  brilliant  star, 

Whose  matchless  glories  shine  abroad ; 


298  INCABNATION    OF   CHRIST. 

Guided  the  sages  from  afar. 

To  worship  the  incarnate  God. 

5  The  blazing  meteor  wav'd  on  high, 

And  let  them  through  the  unknown  road; 
Guided  to  Judah's  land,  their  way. 
And  hover  d  o'er  his  mean  abode. 

G   The  infant  Saviour,  and  their  God, 

Fill'd  their  whole  souls  with  strange  surprise, 
They  own'd  his  pow'r,  confess'd  him  Lord. 
And  paid  their  ofT rings  and  their  praise. 

7  Thus  may  we  seek  the  Saviour's  face, 
And  bow  before  his  sacred  throne  ! 
0  may  we  feel  his  saving  grace. 
And  triumph  in  the  Lord  alone. 

HYMN  95.    C.  M. 

TJte  Incarnation. 

AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 
To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 
Let  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sov'reign  Pow'r, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made ; 
(0  happy  morn,  illustrious  hour!) 
Was  once  in  flesh  array' d. 

3  Then  shone  almighty  pow'r  and  love 

In  all  their  glorious  form-. 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  To  dwell  with  misery  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  wo, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

•5  Adoring  angels  tun'd  their  songs 
To  hail  the  joyful  day; 


INCARNATION  OF  CHRIST.  299 

With  rapture  then  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

6  What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due  ! 
With  wonder  we  adore ; 
But  could  we  sing  as  angels  do, 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 

HYMN  96.     11,  12  &  10s. 

Praise  to    Christ. 

ZION  !  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his  birth ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon  earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

Tell  how  he  cometh,  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round; 

How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 

How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crown'd. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

Mortals  !  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise ; 

Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 

One  chorus  resound  thro'  the  earth  and  the  skies. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

HYMN  97.      S.M. 

The  incarnation. 

"X^E  saints,  proclaim  abroad 
X     The  honors  of  your  King ;  s c<M~  I 
lo  Jesus,  your  incarnate  God, 
Your  songs  of  praises  sing. 

2  Not  angels  round  the  throne  ■  ,./■ 

Of  majesty  above, 


300  INCARNATION  OF  CHRIST. 

Are  half  so  much  oblig'd  as  we, 
To  our  Imraanuel's  love. 

3  They  never  sunk  so  low. 

They  are  not  raised  so  high ; 
They  never  knew  such  depths  of  wo, 
Such  heights  of  majesty. 

4  The  Saviour  did  not  join 

Their  nature  to  his  own  ; 
For  them  he  shed  no  blood  divine, 
Nor  breath'd  a  single  groan. 

5  May  we  with  angels  vie, 

The  Saviour  to  adore ; 
Our  depths  are  greater  far  than  theirs, 
0  be  our  praises  more  ! 

HYMN  98.   C.  M. 

The  incarnation  of  Christ. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  l^ail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 

Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun  d  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  roll'd ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new 
'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 


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Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heav'nly  throng. 

With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
"  Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete ; 

"  Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

Hail  Prince  of  Life  !  forever  hail, 

Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 
Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 

Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  99.     lis  &  10s. 

Birth  of  Christ. 

HAIL     the   blest   morn !    when    the    great 
Mediator, 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends ! 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger ; 
Lo  !  for  your  guide  the  bright  Angel  attends. 

Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 

Angels  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion 
Odors  of  Eden  and  ofFrings  divine;    [ocean, 

Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from  the 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure  ; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  pray'rs  of  the  poor. 

Life  and  Ministry  of  Christ. 

HYMN  100.     C.  M. 

The  Redeemer's  message. 

HARK,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour's  come, 
The  Saviour  promis'd  long ! 

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302  LIFE    AXD    MINISTRY    OF    CHRIST. 

Let  ev'iy  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit  largely  pour'd. 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire  : 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst. 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray. 
And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to*  cure  ; 
And  with  his  righteousness  and  grace 
T?  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas.  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
And  heav'h's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


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HYMN  101.  L.  M. 

The    example  •■■/    Christ. 

Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord  ! 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears. 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  def rence  to  thv  Father's  will. 
Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witness'd  the  fervor  of  thv  pravr  : 

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The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  let  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  : 
Then  God  the  judge  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  102.     L.  M. 

Our  example. 

AND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
Such  let  our  conversation  be ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

0  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

To  do  his  heav'nly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight : 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  labors  of  his  life  were  love  : 
If  then  we  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

Let  his  divine  example  move ! 

HYMN  103.     C.  M. 

Who  wnd  about  doing  good. 

BEHOLD,  where  in  a  mortal  form 
Appears  each  grace  divine  ! 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 


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2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heav'nly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  his  friends 

A  friend  and  servant  found  ; 
He  wash'd  their  feet,  he  wip'd  their  tears, 
And  heal'd  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  'Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood : 
His  foes  ungrateful,  sought  his  life  ; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

5  To  God  he  left  his  righteous  cause, 

And  still  his  task  pursu'd  ; 
While  humble  pray'r  and  holy  faith 
His  fainting  strength  renew'd. 

6  In  the  last  hours  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resign'd  he  bow'd,  and  said, 
'•'Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 

7  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear ; 
0  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 

HYMN  104.     L.  M. 

Transfiguration. 

ON  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands, 
His  alter'd  face  resplendent  shines, 
And  while  he  elevates  his  hands, 
Lo  !  glory  marks  its  gentle  lines  ! 

2  Two  heav'nly  forms  descend  to  wait 
Upon  their  sufFring  Prince  below ; 
But  while  they  worship  at  his  feet, 
They  talk  of  fast  approaching  wo. 


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3  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene, 

To  Calvary  he  turns  his  eyes, 
And  with  submission,  all  serene 
He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise. 

4  Then  let  us  climb  the  mount  of  pray'r, 

Where  all  its  beaming  glories  shine, 
And  gazing  on  its  brightness  there, 
Our  woes  forget  in  joys  divine. 

5  Oh,  that  on  yonder  heav'nly  hills, 

Where  now  the  risen  Saviour  stands, 
And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distills — 
I  too  may  elevate  my  hands. 

Sufferings  and  Death  of  Christ. 

HYMN  105.     L.  M. 

He  suffered. 

f\  LORD,  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes 
*  /  Beholds  thy  wondrous  sacrifice, 
Love  rises  to  an  ardent  flame, 
And  we  all  other  hope  disclaim. 

2  With  cold  affections  who  can  see 

The  thorns,  the  scourge,  the  nails,  the  tree, 
The  flowing  tears,  and  crimson  sweat, 
The  bleeding  hands,  and  head,  and  feet ! 

3  Jesus,  what  millions  of  our  race 
Have  been  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ? 
And  millions  more  to  thee  shall  fly, 
And  on  thy  sacrifice  rely. 

4  The  sorrow,  shame,  and  death  were  thine, 
And  all  the  stores  of  wrath  divine ! 

Ours  are  the  pardon,  life  and  bliss ! 
What  love  can  be  compard  to  this  ? 

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306  SUFFERINGS  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 

HYMN  106.  L.  M. 

Gethsemanc. 

TIS  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow, 
The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone ; 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now, 
The  suff'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  remov'd, 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears  ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  lov'd 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether  plains, 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

HYMN  107.      C.  M. 

He  suffered  and  died. 

FROM  whence  these  direful  omens  round, 
Which  heav'n  and  earth  amaze  ? 
Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground  ? 
Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays  ? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonish'd  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize ! 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black, 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies ! 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree, 

His  all-atoning  blood ! 
Is  this  the  Infinite  ?  'tis  he, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God ! 

4  For  me  these' pangs  his  soul  assail, 

For  me  this  death  is  borne ; 


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My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail, 
And  pointed  ev'ry  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave, 
Break,  Lord  its  tyrant  chain  ; 
0  save  me  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain ! 

HYMN  108.  C.  M. 

Christ  sustain*  d  in  the  pains  of  hell. 

AND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 
The  sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  worms  might  rise  ? 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  in  his  soul 

Sustain'd  the  flames  of  hell ; 
The  wrath  of  God  without  control, 
On  him  our  surety  fell. 

3  He  took  the  dying  sinners  place, 

And  suffer' d  in  his  stead  ; 
For  man,  (0  miracle  of  grace  !) 
For  man  the  Saviour  bled ! 

4  Dear  Lord,  what  heav'nly  wonders  dwell 

In  thy  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatched  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

5  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring  bends, 

To  love  so  full,  so  free ; 
And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  sacred  pow'r  to  me  ? 

6  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine  ? 
0  take  my  all — this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine. 


308  SUFFERINGS    AND   DEATH    OF    CHRIST. 

HYMN  109.     L.  M. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

BEHOLD  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
With  wonder,  gratitude  and  love  ! 
T°  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame, 
See  him  descending  from  above. 

2  Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid  ; 

.  He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load : 
Our  ransom-price  he  fully  paid, 

In  groans  and  tears,  and  sweat  and  blood. 

3  To  save  a  guilty  world  he  dies ; 

Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  lamb ! 
To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name. 

4  Pardon  and  peace  through  him  abound, 

He  can  the  richest  blessings  give  ; 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, 
He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  thee, 

Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go  ? 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
From  all  mv  wretchedness  and  wo. 

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HYMN  110.     C.  M. 

The  love  of  a  dying   Saviour. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans !  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  soul,"  he  cries ; 


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See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head, 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine ; 
0  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ? 

HYMN  111.     L.  M. 

He  was  crucified. 

STRETCH'D  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies, 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

2  Believers,  now  behold  the  man  ! 

The  man  of  grief  condemn'd  for  you, 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
Weeping  to  Calvary  pursue. 

3  His  sacred  limbs  they  pierce,  they  tear, 

With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood ;         % 
His  sacred  limbs !  exposed  and  bare, 
Or  only  cover' d  with  his  blood. 

4  See  there  !  his  temples  crown'd  with  thorns, 

His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 
His  streaming  feet  transfix'd  and  torn, 
The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side. 

5  Thou  dear,  thou  suff 'ring  Son  of  God, 

How  doth  thy  heart  to  sinners  move  ! 
Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 
Constrain  us  with  thy  dying  love. 

HYMN  112.     L.  M. 

It  is   Christ  that  died. 

SINNERS  rejoice,  'tis  Christ  that  died! 
Behold  the  blood  flows  from  his  side, 
To  wash  your  souls  and  raise  you  high, 
To  dwell  with  God  above  the  sky ! 


310  SUFFERINGS   AND   DEATH   OF    CHRIST. 

2  'Tis  Christ  that  died,  0  love  divine  ! 
Here  mercy,  truth,  and  justice  shine; 
God  reconcil'd,  and  sinners  bought 

With  Jesus'  blood — how  sweet  the  thought. 

3  'Tis  Christ  that  died,  a  truth  indeed, 
On  which  my  faith  would  ever  feed  ; 
Nor  let  the  works  that  I  perform 
Be  nam'd,  to  swell  a  haughty  worm. 

4  'Tis  Christ  that  died,  'tis  Christ  was  slain, 
To  save  my  soul  from  endless  pain ; 

'Tis  Christ  that  died,  shall  be  my  theme, 
While  I  have  breath  to  praise  his  name. 

HYMN  113.    L.M. 

Crucifixion  to  the  world  hi/  the  cross  of  Christ. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  a  Saviour's  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  tribute  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 

HYMN  114.     L.M. 

It  is  finished. 

TIS  finish'd — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died  ; 


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'Tis  finish'cl — yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  'Tis  finish' d — all  that  heav'n  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfill' d,  as  long  clesign'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'cl — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore ; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain. 

And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finish'd — this,  my  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  ev'ry  kind  atone ; 
Millions  shall  be  redeem' d  from  death, 
By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finish'd — heav'n  is  reconcild. 
And  all  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  spoil'd : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6  'Tis  finish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round ; 

'Tis  finish'd— let  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heav'n  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

HYMX  115.     8s  &  7s. 

Gazing  on  the  cross. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams,  in  streams  of  blood ; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heav'n, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze ; 


312       RESURRECTION   AND   ASCENSION   OF   CHRIST. 

Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven. 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
Prove  his  blood  each  day  more  healing, 
And  himself  more  deeply  know. 

Kesurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ. 
HIMN  116.     C.  M. 

The   resurrection    of   Christ. 

BLESS'D  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays 
Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode  ! 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  sea, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

HYMN  117.     7s. 

The  resurrection  of   Christ. 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 


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Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heav'ns,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won ; 
Lo !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 

Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Yain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 

"  Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?  " 

Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 

"  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?  " 

5  Hail  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n ! 
Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  giv'n  ! 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now, 
Hail !  the  Resurrection — thou. 

HYMN  118.     H.  M. 

The  resurrection  of  Christ. 

YES  !  the  Redeemer  rose, 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead. 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  rais'd  his  conq'ring  head  : 
In  wild  dismay  the  guards  around, 
Fall  to  the  ground,  and  sink  away. 

2  Lo !  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come  and  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day,  to  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heav'n  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear; 

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314        RESURRECTION  AND  ASCENSION  OF    CHRIST. 

Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air ! 
Their  anthems  say,  "  Jesus  who  bled, 
"  Hath  left  the  dead — he  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals  !  catch  the  sound — 

Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell, 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell  : 
Transported,  cry — "  Jesus  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 

5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 

Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood ! 
Wide  be  thv  name  ador'd, 

Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 
With  thee  we  rise,  with  thee  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain  beyond  the  skies. 

HYMN  119.  L.  M. 

The  resurrection  as  a  pledge  of  ours. 

WHEN  I  the  lonely  tomb  survey, 
Where  once  my  Saviour  deign'd  to  lie. 
I  see  fulfilFd  what  prophets  say, 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim, 

How  weak  the  bands  of  conquer' d  death ; 
Sweet  pledge  ! — that  all  who  trust  his  name 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath ! 

3  Jesus,  once  number'd  with  the  dead, 

Unseals  his  eyes  to  sleep  no  more  ; 
And  ever  lives,  their  cause  to  plead, 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

4  Th}'  risen  Lord,  my  soul  behold  ! 

See  the  rich  diadem  he  wears  ! 
Thou  too  shalt  bear  an  harp  of  gold, 
To  crown  thy  joy  when  he  appears. 


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5  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

HYMN  120.     L.  M. 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  Uveth. 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives ; 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives  ! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives  my  ever-living  head ! 

2  He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives  eternally  to  save ; 

He  lives  all  glorious  in  the  sky, 
He  lives  exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above ; 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye  ; 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears, 

He  lives  to  stop  and  wipe  my  tears ; 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

6  He  lives  my  kind,  wise,  heav'nly  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end ; 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

7  He  lives  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death ; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 


316  RESURRECTION  AND  ASCENSION  OF  CHRIST. 

8  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name  ! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus  still  the  same ; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 

HYMN  121.     7s. 

The  resurrection  and  ascension  of  Christ. 

ANGELS  !  roll  the  rock  away  ! 
Death  !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  ! 
See  !  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Shout  ye  seraphs,  Gabriel,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise  ! 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes  ! 
See  the  conq'ror  mount  the  skies  ; 
Troops  of  angels  on  the  road, 
Hail,  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  Heav'n  unfolds  her  portals  wide  ! 
Glorious  Hero  !  through  them  ride  ! 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne — 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs  ! 
Praise  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

HYMN  122.     L.  M. 

The  ascension  of  Christ. 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led — 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 


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"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates ! 
"Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way !" 

Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 

He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right — 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

"Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who?" 
The  Lord,  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame  ; 

The  world,  sin,  death  and  hell  o'erthrew, 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqu'ror's  name. 

Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 

"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates ! 
"  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way !" 

"Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who?" 
The  Lord  of  boundless  pow'r  posses t ; 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  forever  blest ! 

HYMN  123.     7s. 

The  ascension  of  Christ. 

HAIL,  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes  ; 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Re-ascends  his  native  heav'n ; 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
"  Lift  your  heads  eternal  gates  ! 
"  Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
"  Take  the  King  of  Glory  in  !" 

Him  though  highest  heav'n  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  ; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own ; 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 

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31S         RESURRECTION  AND  ASCENSION  OF  CIIRIST. 

Next  himself  prepares  a  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say. ) 
Taken  from  the  world  away; 
See,  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  : 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height — 
Grant  our  souls  may  thither  rise, 
Foil' wing  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Looking  for  a  happier  home ; 
There  we  shall  with  thee  remain. 
Partners  of  thy  endless  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see — 
Find  a  heav  n  of  heav'ns  in  thee. 

HYMN  124.     CM. 

Hie  ascension  of  Christ. 

IT  is  the  voice  of  love  divine, 
That  strikes  the  list'ning  ear. 
That  soothes  his  mourning  fbllow'rs  grief, 
And  wipes  the  falling  tear. 

2  "  Because  I  leave  this  world,"  he  cries, 

"Your  weeping  eyes  o'erflow; 
"  But  though  I  seek  my  native  skies, 
••  My  heart  remains  below. 

3  "  My  Spirit  shall  descend,  and  rest 

"  Upon  each  faithful  head, 
"  Till  I,  your  Lord,  return  to  call 
"  My  servants  from  the  dead." 

4  He  said — and  lifting  up  his  hands, 

Pronounc'd  his  parting  pray'r ; 


EXALTATION  AND    INTERCESSION    OF  CHRIST.       319 

When  lo,  a  bright  descending  cloud 
Convey'd  him  through  the  air. 

5  With  solemn  awe  his  foll'wers  view'd 

The  splendor  of  the  scene, 
While  the  unfolding  gates  of  light 
Keceiv'd  the  Saviour  in. 

6  Burning  with  holy  zeal,  they  spread 

Through  distant  lands  his  wTord ; 
And  we,  like  them,  with  faith  and  joy, 
Expect  our  risen  Lord. 

Exaltation  and  Intercession  of  Chrift. 

HYMN  125.     L.  M. 

The  exalted  Saviour. 

NOW  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains, 
And  join  the  blissful  choir  above ; 
There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns ; 

And  there  they  sing  his  wondrous  love. 

2  While  seraphs  tune  th'  immortal  song, 

0  may  we  feel  the  sacred  flame ; 
And  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
Adore  the  Saviour's  glorious  name ! 

3  Jesus,  who  once  upon  the  tree 

In  agonizing  pains  expir'd  ; 
Who  died  for  rebels — yes,  'tis  he  ! 

How  bright !  how  lovely  !  how  admir'd  ! 

4  Jesus,  who  died  that  we  might  live — 

Died  in  the  wretched  traitor's  place ; 
0  what  returns  can  mortals  give 
For  such  immeasureable  grace  ! 

5  Were  universal  nature  ours, 

And  art  with  all  her  boasted  store ; 

Nature  and  art,  with  all  their  pow'rs, 

Would  still  confess  the  off'rer  poor. 


320      EXALTATION  AND   INTERCESSION   OF   CHRIST. 

6  Yet,  though  for  bounty  so  divine, 
We  ne'er  can  equal  honors  raise ; 
Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine, 

And  all  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise. 

HYMN  126.     C.  M. 

Redeemer  praised  by  angels. 

BEYOND  the  glitt'ring  starry  skies, 
Far  as  th'  eternal  hills, 
There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light, 
Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Legions  of  angels  round  his  throne 

In  countless  armies  shine  ; 
At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  "  Hail,  glorious  Prince  of  Peace,"  they  cry, 

"Whose  unexampled  love 
"  Mov'd  thee  to  quit  those  blissful  realms, 
"  And  royalties  above." 

4  Thro'  all  his  travels  here  below, 

They  did  his  steps  attend  ; 
Oft  wond'ring,  how,  or  where,  at  last, 
This  mystic  scene  would  end. 

5  They  saw  his  heart  transfix'd  with  wounds, 

And  view'd  the  crimson  gore ; 
They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e'er  broke  before. 

6  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 

To  bear  him  to  his  throne ; 
Clapp'd  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried, 
"The  glorious  work  is  done." 

HYMN  127.     L.  M. 

He  sitteth  at  the  right  hand  of  God. 

JESUS  the  Lord  our  souls  adore, 
A  painful  suff'rer  now  no  more ; 


EXALTATION   AND    INTERCESSION    OF    CHRIST.       321 

At  the  right  hand  of  God  he  reigns 

O'er  earth,  and  heav'n's  extensive  plains. 

2  His  race  forever  is  complete, 
Forever  undisturb'd  his  seat : 
Myriads  of  angels  round  him  fly, 
And  sing  his  well-gain'd  victory. 

3  Yet  'midst  the  honors  of  his  throne, 
He  joys  not  for  himself  alone ; 

His  meanest  servants  share  their  part, 
Share  in  that  royal  tender  heart. 

4  Raise,  raise,  my  soul,  thy  raptur'd  sight 
With  sacred  wonder  and  delight ; 
Jesus  at  God's  right  hand  now  see, 
Enter'd  within  the  veil  for  thee. 

HYMN  128.     L.  M. 

The  intercession  of   Christ. 

HE  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! 
(What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives!) 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  arm'd  with  frowns  appears; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

2  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  pow'rful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  ev'ry  dark  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  pow'r, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend — 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 


322      EXALTATION"   AND   INTERCESSION   OF    CHRIST. 

Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,'  and  must  prevail. 

HYMN  129.     C.  M. 

Christ's   intercession  prevalent. 

AWAKE,  sweet  gratitude  !  and  sing 
Th'  ascending  Saviour's  love ; 
Sing  how  he  lives  to  cany  on 
His  people's  cause  above. 

2  With  cries  and  tears  he  ofFer'd  up 

His  humble  suit  below ; 
But  with  authority  he  asks, 
Enthron'd  in  glory  now. 

3  For  all  that  come  to  God  by  him, 

Salvation  he  demands ; 
Points  to  their  names  upon  his  breast, 
And  spreads  his  wounded  hands. 

4  His  sweet  atoning  sacrifice 

Gives  sanction  to  his  claim : 
"  Father,  I  will  that  all  my  saints 
"  Be  with  me  where  I  am  : 

5  "  By  thy  salvation,  recompense 

"  The  sorrows  I  endur'd ; 
"  Just  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
"  And  faithful  to  thy  word." 

6  Eternal  life,  at  his  request, 

To  ev'ry  saint  is  giv'n, 
Safety  below,  and  after  death, 
The  plenitude  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  130.     S.  M. 

Intercession  of  Christ. 

WELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 


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2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  ; 
If  justice  calls  for  sinner's  blood, 
The  Saviour  shows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves ; 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honor  sing ; 
Jesus,  the  priest,  receives  our  songs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  sound  his  glories  high, 
"  Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
"  That  lays  his  thunder  by. 

6  "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

"  And  triumphs  all  above  ;  " 
But,  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  strains, 
To  speak  immortal  love ! 

Offices  of  Christ. 

HYMN  131.     C.  M. 

The  offices  of  Christ. 

WE  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 
That  comes  with  truth  and  grace ; 
Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word, 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High  Priest  above, 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honor  our  exalted  King, 

How  sweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 


324  OFFICES  OF  CHRIST. 

4  Hosanna  to  his  blessed  name. 
Who  saves  by  glorious  ways  ; 
Th'  anointed  Saviour  has  a  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 

HYMN    132.     H.M. 

The  offices  of  Christ. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom  love  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  an  eels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name  ; 
Bv  thee  the  jovful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  : 
The  joyful  news  of  sin  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  subdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n. 

3  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest, 

Offer'd  his  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilt v  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside  : 
His  pow'rful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  My  dear  and  mighty  Lord, 

My  Conqu'ror  and  my  King ; 
Thy  Sceptre  and  thy  sword. 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing  : 
Thine  is  the  pow'r  :  behold  !  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet. 

5  Now  let  my  soul  arise. 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  ; 
My  Saviour  leads  me  forth 
To  conquest  and  a  crown  : 


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A  feeble  saint  shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way. 

Should  all  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  powers  of  death  unknown, 
Put  their  most  dreadful  forms 

Of  death  and  mischief  on  ; 
I  shall  be  safe,  for  Christ  displays 
Superior  pow'r  and  guardian  grace. 

HYMN  133.      H.  M. 

Christ  our  high  Priest. 

A  GOOD  High  Priest  is  come, 
Supplying  Aaron's  place, 
And  taking  up  his  room, 

Dispensing  life  and  grace  : 
The  law  by  Aaron's  priesthood  came ; 
But  grace  and  truth  by  Jesus'  name. 

My  Lord  a  priest  is  made, 

As  sware  the  mighty  God 
To  Israel  and  his  seed ; 

Ordain'd  to  offer  blood 
For  sinners,  who  his  mercy  seek ; 
A  priest  as  was  Melchisedek. 

He  once  temptations  knew, 

Of  ev'ry  sort  and  kind, 
That  he  might  succor  show 

To  ev'ry  tempted  mind  : 
In  ev'ry  point,  the  Lamb  was  tried, 
Like  us,  and  then  for  us  he  died. 

I  other  priests  disclaim, 

And  laws  and  off' rings  too, 
None  but  the  bleeding  Lamb 

The  mighty  work  can  do  : 
He  shall  have  all  the  praise,  for  he 
Hath  lov'd,  and  liv'd,  and  died  for  me. 

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326  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

HYMN  134.    6s&4s. 

King. 

LET  us  awake  our  joys, 
Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice, 
Each  creature  sing ; 
Angels — begin  the  song — 
Mortals — the  strain  prolong 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong — 
"  Jesus  is  King." 

2  Proclaim  abroad  his  name, 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame, 

What  wonders  done ; 
Shout  through  hell's  dark  profound. 
Let  the  whole  earth  resound, 
Till  the  high  heav'ns  rebound — 

"  The  vict'ry's  won." 

3  He  vanquish'd  sin  and  hell, 
And  the  last  foe  will  quell ; 

Mourners  rejoice  ! 
His  dying  love  adore, 
Praise  him  now  rais'd  in  pow'r, 
And  triumph  evermore, 

With  a  glad  voice. 

4  All  hail  the  glorious  day, 
When  through  the  heav'nly'way 

Lo,  he  shall  come  ! 
While  they  who  pierced  him  wail, 
His  promise  shall  not  fail, 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail — 

Come,  dear  Lord,  come. 


XI.    Holy  Spirit. 
HYMN  135.     L.  M. 

Hie  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

ETERNAL  Spirit !  we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 


HOLY   SPIRIT.  327 

Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten' d  by  thy  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  dav ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  ; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

HYMN  136.     L.  M. 

The  effusion  of  the  Spirit. 

GREAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
When  the  divine  disciples  met ; 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  save  ! 
Furnish'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  words 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north ; 
"  Go,  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause, 

"  Go,  spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross. " 

4  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay^the  proudest  rebel  low ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heav'nly  arms  subdu'd ; 


328  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

6  Great  King  of  grace  !  my  heart  subdue ; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word. 

HYMN  137.     L.  M. 

The  influences  of  the  Holy  Spirit  experienced. 

DEAR  Lord,  and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest 
In  such  a  wretched  heart  as  mine  ? 
Unworthy  dwelling  !  glorious  Guest ! 
Favor  astonishing,  divine  ! 

2  When  sin  prevails,  and  gloomy  fear, 

And  hope  almost  expires  in  night, 
Lord,  can  thy  Spirit  then  be  here, 

Great  spring  of  comfort,  life,  and  light  ? 

3  Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh  ; 

'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart, 
Else  would  my  hopes  forever  die, 
And  ev'ry  cheering  ray  depart. 

4  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul 

Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice 
The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  pow'rs  rejoice  ? 

5  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires  ; 
Can  it  be  less  than  pow'r  divine, 

Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

6  What  less  than  thine  almighty  word 

Can  raise  mv  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 

7  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 

"  I  love  my  God",  and  taste  his  grace ; " 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  329 

Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 

8  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell,  0  God  of  love ; 
And  light,  and  heav'nly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

HYMN  138.     7s. 

The    Spirit's   influence   sought. 

GRACIOUS  Spirit,  love  divine  ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heav'n  and  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'ning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burden' d  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

HYMN  139.     C.  M. 

The  promised  Comforter. 

HE'S  come  !  let  ev'ry  knee  be  bent, 
All  hearts  new  joy  resume  ; 
Sing,  ye  redeem'd,  with  one  consent, 
"  The  Comforter  is  come." 

2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love, 
Could  God  on  man  bestow  ? 
Angels  for  this  rejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below  ! 

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330  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

3  Hail,  blessed  Spirit !  may  each  soul 

Thy  sacred  influence  feel ; 
Do  thou  each  sinful  thought  control, 
And  fix  our  wav'ring  zeal ! 

4  Thou  to  the  conscience  dost  convey 

Those  checks  which  we  should  know ; 
Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  way, 
Thou  giv'st  us  strength  to  go. 

HYMN  140.     C.  M. 

The  witnessing  and  sealing  Spirit. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  king 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter !  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  them  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

HYMN  141.     L.  M. 

The  leadings  of  the  Spirit. 

COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Be  thou  our  Guardian,  thou  our  Guide  ! 
O'er  ev'ry  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  ev'ry  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  331 

Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  the  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  \ 
Lead  us  to  Christ — the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pasture  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest; 
Lead  us  to  heav'n  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

HYMN  142.     S.  M. 

The  Holy   Spirit  invoked. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills, 

Life,  light,  and  joy  dispense ; 
And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quick'ning  influence. 

3  Melt,  melt,  this  frozen  heart 

This  stubborn  will  subdue, 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

4  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise  ; 
And  unto  thee  I  will  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 


332  HOLT    SPIRIT. 

HYMN  143.     S.  M. 

Invocation  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 

BLEST  Comforter  divine  ! 
Whose  rays  of  heav'nly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine 
And  point  our  souls  above. 

2  Thou — who  with  "  still  small  voice," 

Dost  stop  the  sinner's  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  Thou — whose  inspiring  breath 

Can  make  the  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Thou —  who  dost  fill  the  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race, 
Blest  Comforter ! — to  us  impart 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  144.  C.  M. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate  ? 


CHUKCH    OF    CHRIST.  333 


Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


XII.    Church  of  Christ. 
HYMN  145.  L.  M. 

The    Church. 

SHOUT,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 
Thro'  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  Head. 

He  calls  his  chosen  from  afar, 

They  all  at  Zion's  gate  arrive; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 

By  sov'reign  grace  were  made  alive. 

Gentiles  and  Jews  his  laws  obey, 
Nations  remote  their  ofF'rings  bring, 

And  unconstrain'd  their  homage  pay 
To  their  exalted  God  and  King. 

0  may  his  holy  Church  increase, 
His  word  and  Spirit  still  prevail, 

While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  glowing  glories  hail ! 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below,  and  all  above  ; 

In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

HYMN  146.   S.M. 

Love  to  the  Church. 

I  LOVE  thy  Kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode  ; 


334  CHURCH   OF   CHRIST. 

The  church  our  blest  Kedeemer  sav'd 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons, 

My  voice  or  hands  deny. 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  wo, 
Let  ev'ry  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  ev'ry  grief  o'erflow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  pray'rs  ascend  : 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  giv'n, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heav'nly  ways"; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

7  Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King. 
Thy  hand  from  ev'ry  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliv'rance  bring.  ■ 

8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  giv'n 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heav'n. " 


T 


HYMN  147.     L.M. 

The  Church  triumphant. 

RIUMPHANT  Zion !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust  and  darkness,  and  the  dead, 


CHUECH    OF    CHRIST.  335 

Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  : 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glory  shall  confess. 

No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  pray'r, 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair : 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

HYMN  148.     L.  M. 

The  Church's  complaint. 

LORD,  in  these  dark  and  dismal  days, 
We  mourn  the  hidings  of  thy  face ; 
Proud  enemies  our  path  surround, 
To  level  Zion  with  the  ground. 

Her  sons,  her  worship,  they  deride, 

And  hiss  thy  word  with  tongues  of  pride ; 

And  cry,  t'  insult  our  humble  pray'r, 

"  Where  is  your  God,  ye  Christians,  where  ?" 

Errors  and  sins  and  follies  grow, 
Thy  saints  bow  down  in  deepest  wo ; 
Their  love  decays,  their  zeal  is  o'er, 
And  thousands  walk  with  Christ  no  more. 

To  happier  days  our  bosoms  turn ; 
Those  days  but  teach  us  how  to  mourn  : 
The  God  who  bade  his  mercy  flow, 
In  wrath  withdraws  his  blessings  now. 

The  blessing's  from  thy  truth  withdrawn ; 
Its  quick'ning,  saving  influence  gone : 


336 


CHURCH    OF    CHRIST. 


Unwarn'd,  unwaken'd,  sinners  hear, 
Nor  see  their  awful  danger  near. 

6  In  dews  unseen,  in  scanty  show'rs, 
Thy  Spirit  sheds  its  healing  pow'rs  : 
Thy  thirsty  ground  is  parch'd  beneath, 
And  all  is  barrenness  and  death. 

7  Yet  still,  thy  name  is  ever  blest, 
On  thee  our  hope  shall  safely  rest : 
Zion  her  Saviour  soon  shall  see 
Array 'd  to  set  her  Israel  free. 

8  Jesus,  with  vengeance  arm'd,  shall  come 
To  crush  his  foes,  and  seal  their  doom ; 
The  mystic  Babel  whelm  in  dust, 

Her  pomp,  her  idols,  pow'r  and  trust. 

9  Then  shall  thy  saints  exult,  and  sing 
The  matchless  glories  of  their  King ; 
Nations  before  his  altar  bend, 

And  peace  from  realm  to  realm  extend. 

HYMN  149.     lis. 

Comfort  for  the   Church  in  trouble. 

OZION  !  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 
Whom  no  man  can  coinfort,  whom  no  man 
can  save  ; 
With  darkness  surrounded,  by  terrors  dismay'd, 
In  toiling  and  rowing,  thy  strength  is  decay 'd. 

Loud  roaring  the  billows  now  nigh  overwhelm, 
But  skilful' s  the  Pilot  who  sits  at  the  helm  ; 
His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  pow'r  thee  defends ; 
In  safety  and  quiet  thy  warfare  he  ends. 

"0  fearful !  0  faithless  !"  in  mercy  he  cries, 

"My  promise,  my  truth,  are  they  light  in  thine 

eyes  ? 
Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall  stand, 
Thro'  tempest  and  tossing,  I'll  bring  thee  to  land. 


CHURCH   OF   CHRIST.  337 

Forget  thee  I  will  not,  I  cannot,  thy  name 
Engrav'd  on  my  heart  doth  forever  remain  ; 
The  palms  of  my  hands,  whilst  I  look  on,  I  see 
The  wounds  I  received  when  sufFring  for  thee. 

Then  trust  me  and  fear  not ;  thy  life  is  secure  ; 
My  wisdom  is  perfect,  supreme  is  my  pow'r; 
In  love  I  correct  thee,  thy  soul  to  refine, 
To  make  thee  at  length  in  my  likeness  to  shine. 

HYMN  150.     8s  &  7s. 

The  future  peace  and  glory  of  the   Church. 

HEAR  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 
0  my  people,  faint  and  few ; 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 
Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you. 

2  Themes  of  heart-felt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways  : 
You  shall  name  your  walls,  salvation, 
And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 

3  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow  ; 
For  the  Lord  your  faith  rewarding, 
All  his  bounty  shall  bestow. 

4  Still  in  undisturb'd  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign ; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 
Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

5  Ye  no  more  your  suns  descending, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see ; 
But  your  griefs,  forever  ending, 
Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 

6  God  shall  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 
God  your  everlasting  light. 

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>38  CHURCH   OF    CHRtST. 

HYMN  151.    L.M. 

Prayn-  for  the   increase  of  the  church. 

BRIGHT  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
Vast  as  the  blessings  he  conveys, 
Wide  as  his  reign  from  pole  to  pole. 
And  permanent  as  his  control  : 

2  So,  Jesus,  let  thy  kingdom  come, 
Then  sin  and  hell's  terrific  gloom 
Shall,  at  his  brightness  flee  away. 
The  dawn  of  an  eternal  day. 

3  Then  shall  the  heathen,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Learn  the  best  knowledge  of  thy  law ; 
And  Antichrists,  on  ev'ry  shore, 

Fall  from  their  thrones  to  rise  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  the  Jew  and  Gentile  meet, 
In  pure  devotion  at  thy  feet ; 

•  And  earth  shall  yield  thee  as  thy  due, 
Her  fulness  and  her  glory  too. 

HYMX  152.     8s,  Ts  &  4s. 

Zions  increase  prayed  for. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze; 
All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace ; 
Bless'd  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn  ! 

2  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light, 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
And  redemption 

Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 

3  May  the  glorious  day  approaching, 
Thine  eternal  love  proclaim, 
And  the  everlasting  gospel, 


CHURCH   OF   CHRIST.  339 

Spread  abroad  thy  holy  name, 

O'er  the  borders 

Of  the  great  Immanuel's  land. 

Fly  abroad  thou  mighty  gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase  ; 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

HYMN  153.     8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Zion's  increase  prayed  for. 

GIRD  thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour, 
Make  the  word  of  truth  thy  car, 
Prosper  in  thy  course,  triumphant, 
All  success  attend  thy  war;  -Oil 9 

Gracious  victor,  /&,, 

Bring  thy  trophies  from  afar. 

Majesty  combin'd  with  meekness, 
Righteousness  and  peace  unite 
To  ensure  thy  blessed  conquests, 
Take  possession  of  thy  right, 
Ride  triumphant, 
Deck'd  in  robes  of  purest  light. 

Blest  are  they  that  touch  thy  sceptre, 
Blest  are  all  that  own  thy  reign ; 
Freed  from  sin,  that  worst  of  tyrants, 
Rescu'd  from  its  galling  chain  ; 
Saints  and  angels, 
All  who  know  thee,  bless  thy  reign. 

HYMN  154.     L.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  Jews. 

FATHER  of  faithful  Abr'am,  hear 
Our  earnest  suit  for  Abr'am's  seed  ; 
Justly  they  claim  the  tend'rest  prayer 
From  us,  adopted  in  their  stead : 


340  CHURCH   OF   CHRIST. 

2  Outcasts  from  thee,  and  scatter'd  wide 

Through  ev'ry  nation  under  heav'n, 
Blaspheming  whom  they  crucified, 
Unsav'd,  unpitied,  unforgiv'n. 

3  But  hast  thou  finally  forsook, 

Forever  cast  thine  own  away? 
Wilt  thou  not  bid  the  murd'rers  look 

On  him  they  pierc'd,  and  weep  and  pray  ? 

Come  then,  thou  great  deliv'rer,  come, 
The  veil  from  Jacob's  heart  remove ; 

0  bring  thine  ancient  people  home, 
And  let  them  know  thy  dying  love ! 

HYMN  155.     L.  M. 

Thy  kingdom  come. 

ASCEND  thy  throne,  Almighty  King, 
And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  0  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, 
Be  thou  through  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd. 

HYMN  156.     H.  M. 

The  glory  of  the  Church  in  the  latter  day. 

OZION,  tune  thy  voice, 
And  raise  thy  hands  on  high ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 

And  boast  salvation  nigh : 
Cheerful  in  God,  arise  and  shine, 
While  rays  divine  stream  all  abroad. 


CHURCH    OF    CHRIST.  341 

2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 

He  pours  around  thy  head  : 
The  nations  round  thy  form  shall  view, 
With  lustre  new  divinely  crown'd. 

3  'In  honor  to  his  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  light, 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright : 
Pursue  his  praise  till  sov  reign  love 
In  worlds  above  the  glory  raise. 

4  There  on  his  holy  hill 

A  brighter  Sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 

Those  fairer,  purer  skies  : 
While  round  his  throne  ten  thousand  stars 
In  nobler  spheres  his  influence  own. 

HYMN  157.     C.  M. 

Latter-day  glory. 

REJOICE,  ye  nations  of  the  world, 
And  hail  the  happy  day, 
When  Satan's  kingdom  downward  hurl'd, 
Shall  perish  with  dismay. 

2  Rejoice,  ye  heathens,  (wood  and  stone 

Shall  form  your  gods  no  more  :) 
Jehovah  ye  shall  trust  alone, 
And  him  alone  adore. 

3  Christians  rejoice — each  party  name, 

Each  diff 'rent  sect  shall  cease ; 
Your  error,  grief,  and  wrath  and  shame, 
Shall  yield  to  truth  and  peace. 

4  Ye  sons  of  peace,  the  triumphs  share, 

Trumpets  no  more  shall  sound ; 

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342  CHURCH  OF  CHRIST. 

The  murd'rous  sword,  the  bloody  spear, 
Shall  cultivate  the  ground. 

5  Bright  o'er  the  mountains,  may  we  see 
This  blessed  morning  ray ; 
And  glorious  may  its  splendor  be, 
E'en  to  the  perfect  day. 

HYMN  158.     L.  M. 

Millennium. 

LOOK  up,  ye  saints,  with  sweet  surprise, 
Toward  the  joyful,  coming  day, 
When  Jesus  shall  descend  the  skies, 
And  form  a  bright  and  dazzling  ray. 

2  Nations  shall  in  a  day  be  born, 

And  swift,  like  doves,  to  Jesus  fly ; 
The  church  shall  know  no  clouds  return, 
Nor  sorrows  mixing  with  their  joy. 

3  The  lion  and  the  lamb  shall  feed 

Together  in  his  peaceful  reign; 
And  Zion,  blest  with  heav'nly  bread, 
Of  pinching  wants  no  more  complain. 

4  The  Jew,  the  Greek,  the  bond,  the  free, 

Shall  boast  their  separate  rights  no  more, 
But  join  in  sweetest  harmony, 

Their  Lord,  their  Saviour  to  adore. 

5  Thus,  till  a  thousand  years  be  past, 

Shall  holiness  and  peace  prevail, 
And  ev'ry  knee  shall  bow  to  Christ, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  shall  Jesus  hail. 

6  Then  the  redeemed  shall  mount  on  high, 

Where  their  deliv'ring  Prince  is  gone ; 
And  angels  at  his  word  shall  fly, 

To  bless  them  with  the  conqueror's  crown, 


BLESSINGS    OF    THE    COVENANT.  343 

HYMN  159.     7s. 

Christ  reigning. 

HARK  f  the  song  of  Jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ; 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord, 

God  omnipotent,  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word    . 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound, 

From  the  depth  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around 

All  creation's  harmonies ; 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furl'd, 

Sheath'd  his  sword  ;  he  speaks ;  'tis  done ; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  wrorld 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign  when  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heav'ns  have  passed  away ; 
Then  the  end — beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah!  Christ  is  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 


XIII;    Blessings  of  the  Covenant. 

The  Call. 
HYMN  160.    CM. 

The  invitation  of  the    Gospel. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 


344  BLESSINGS   OF   THE    COVENANT. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind.    • 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  Dear  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins  ! 

7  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN  161.     C.  M. 

The  Lord's  call. 

LET  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 
To  draw  our  hearts  above ! 
Attend,  'tis  God,  the  Saviour,  speaks, 
And  every  word  is  love. 

2  "  Come  forth,"  he  says,  "  no  more  pursue 
The  path  that  leads  to  death ; 
Look  up,  a  bleeding  Saviour  view, 
Look,  and  be  sav'd  by  faith. 


THE   GOSPEL   CALL.  345 

"  My  sons  and  daughters  you  shall  be, 

Through  my  atoning  blood ; 
And  you  shall  claim  and  find  in  me, 

A  Father,  and  a  God." 

Lord,  speak  these  words  to  ev'ry  heart 

By  thine  almighty  voice, 
That  we  may  now  from  sin  depart, 

And  make  thy  love  our  choice. 

HYMN  162.  L.  M. 

Come,  for  all  things  are  ready. 

SINNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word  ! 
Haste  to  the  Supper  of  your  Lord, 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away ! 

Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
To  fill  the  broken  heart  with  love, 
T'  apply,  and  witness  with  his  blood, 
And  wash,  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate ; 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Are  ready  with  their  shining  host ; 
All  heav.'n  is  ready  to  resound, 
"  The  dead's  alive  !  the  lost  is  found  !  " 

HYMN  163.     C.  M. 

The  call. 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 
'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 


346  BLESSINGS   OF    THE    COVENANT. 

He  calls  you  by  his  so v' reign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  wo  ! 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  ev'ry  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sov' reign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ; 

He  will  become  your  God, 
And  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults, 
Through  the  Redeemer's  blood. 

"  HYMN  164.     L.  M. 

The  care  of  the  soul  the  one  thing  needful. 

WHY  will  ye  lavish  out  your  years 
Amidst  a  thousand  trifling  cares  ? 
While  in  this  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot. 

2  Why  will  ye  chase  the  fleeting  wind, 
And  famish  an  immortal  mind  ? 


THE    GOSPEL    CALL.  347 

While  angels  with  regret  look  down, 
To  see  you  spurn  a  heavn'ly  crown. 

3  Th'  eternal  God  calls  from  above, 
And  Jesus  pleads  his  bleeding  love ; 
Awaken'd  conscience  gives  you  pain, 
And  shall  they  join  their  pleas  in  vain. 

4  Not  so  your  dying  eyes  shall  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue ! 
Not  so  shall  heav'n  and  hell  appear, 
When  the  decisive  hour  is  near. 

5  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  impart, 
To  fix  conviction  on  the  heart, 
Thy  pow'r  unveils  the  blindest  eyes, 
And  makes  the  haughtiest  scorner  wise. 

HYMN  165.     L.  M. 

Weary  souls  invited  to  rest. 

COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distrest, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

0  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad  ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace, 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove, 


348  BLESSINGS   OF    THE    COVENANT. 

And  sweetly  influ'nce  ev'ry  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

HYMN  166.     H.  M. 

Yet  there  is  room. 

YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerg'd  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame  ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame : 
All  things  are  ready — sinners  come, 
For  ev'ry  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Believe  the  heav'nly  word 

His  messengers  proclaim ; 
He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name ; 
Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come, 
Cast  off  despair — there  yet  is  room. 

4  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'ring  sheep,  draw  near, 
Christ  calls  you  from  above, 

His  charming  accents  hear ! 
Let  whosoever  will  now  come ; 
In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room. 

HYMN  167.     CM. 

The  Saviour's  Invitation. 

THE  Saviour  calls — let  ev'ry  ear 
Attend  the  heav'nly  sound ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 


THE    GOSPEL   CALL.  349 

For  ev'ry  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Her  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 

To  banish  mortal  wo. 

Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 

To  ease  your  ev'ry  pain! 
(Immortal  fountain !  full  supplies!) 

Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

Ye  sinners,  come — 'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys — 

And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 

HYMN  168.     L.  M. 

Come  and  buy  without  money  and  without  price 

HO  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh, 
'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give, 
Leave  all  you  have  and  are  behind; 

Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

Come  to  the  living  waters,  come! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  voice ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 

And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 


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HYMN  169.     C.  M. 

Whosoever  will,  let  him  come. 

WHAT  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found ! 

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350  BLESSINGS   OF   THE    COVENANT. 

Suited  to  ev'ry  sinner's  case 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 

Are  freely  welcome  here ; 

Salvation,  like  a  river,  rolls, 

Abundant,  free  and  clear. 

3  Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  ev'ry  burden  bring ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep  celestial  spring! 

4  "Whoever  will,  (0  gracious  word!) 

Shall  of  this  stream  partake ; 
Come  thirsty  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
And  drink  for  Jesus'  sake ! 

5  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace ; 
Come  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

HYMN  170.     C.  M 

My  son.  give  me  thine  heart. 

WHAT  language  now  salutes  the  ear? 
It  is  the  Saviour's  voice  ! 
Let  all  the  world  attentive  hear, 
And  ev'ry  soul  rejoice. 

2  Sinner,  he  kindly  speaks  to  thee, 

However  vile  thou  art : 
"  Here's  grace  and  pardon,  rich  and  free ; 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. 

3  "  Tho'  thou  hast  long  my  grace  withstood, 

"  And  said  to  me  depart, 
"I  claim  the  purchase  of  my  blood, 
"  My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. 

4  "I'll  form  thee  for  myself  alone, 

"And  ev'ry  good  impart; 


THE   GOSPEL   CALL.  351 

"I'll  make  my  great  salvation  known, 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart." 

Come,  Lord,  and  conquer  now  my  heart, 

Set  up  in  me  thy  throne  ; 
Bid  sin  and  Satan,  hence  depart, 

And  claim  me  as  thine  own. 

HYMN  171.      S.M. 

The  accepted  time. 

NOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 

Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 
And  ev'ry  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  172.     L.  M. 

Life  the  only  accepted  time. 

WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  giv'n ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  ev'ry  hope  of  heav'n. 

While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound, 
"  Come  sinners,  haste,  0  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he's  found. 

"  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 

Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 


352  BLESSINGS   OF    THE    COVENANT. 

4  "  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heav'nly  light  shall  rise, 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  pray'r 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies." 

HYMN  173.     L.P.M. 

The  heavy  laden  invited  to  Christ. 

PEACE,  troubled  soul  whose  plaintive  moan 
Hath  taught  each  scene  the  note  of  wo ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found 
To  lull  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  opprest, 
On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load ; 

In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God  : 

Thy  God's  thy  Saviour  !  glorious  word  ; 

0  hear,  believe,  and  bless  the  Lord ! 

HYMN  174.     C.  M. 

Resolve. 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 
Come,  with  your  fear  and  guilt  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
"  I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"  And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
"  I'll  tell  him,  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
"  Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"  Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r ; 


CONVERTING   GRACE.  353 

"  But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
"  And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go ; 
"  I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
"  For  if  I  stay  away  I  know 
"  I  must  forever  die." 

Converting  Grace- 

HYMN  175.    L.  M. 

Converting  grace. 

DID  ever  one  of  Adam's  race 
Cost  thee,  my  Lord,  more  toil  and  grace 
Than  I  have  done,  before  my  soul 
Could  yield  to  thy  divine  control  ? 

2  How  great  the  pow'r,  how  vast  the  sway, 
That  first  constrain'd  me  to  obey  ! 

How  large  the  grace  thou  did'st  impart, 
That  conquer' d  sin,  and  won  my  heart. 

3  A  base  apostate  from  my  God, 

I  trampled  on  the  Saviour's  blood ; 
I  scorn' d  his  mercy,  mock'd  his  pain, 
And  crucify' d  my  Lord  again. 

4  But  lo  !  the  chief  of  sinners  now 

Is  brought  before  thy  throne  to  bow ; 
Surely  this  mighty  pow'r  from  thee, 
Can  conquer  all  that  conquers  me. 

5  Hail,  dearest  Lord,  my  choicest  love, 
By  pity  drawn  from  realms  above  ; 

I  wonder  at  that  grace  of  thine, 
That  won  a  heart  so  vile  as  mine ! 


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HYMN  176.    C.  M. 

Converting  grace. 

AIL  mighty  Jesus  !  how  divine 
Is  thy  victorious  sword  ! 

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354  BLESSINGS   OF   THE    COVENANT. 

The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thy  arrows  give, 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart ; 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway ; 
Go  forth,  sweet  Prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  vict'ries  are  complete, 

And  all  thy  chosen  race 
Shall'round  the  throne  of  glory  meet, 
To  sing  thy  conqu'ring  grace ; 

5  0  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 

Among  that  favor'd  band  ! 
And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound 
Throughout  Immanuel's  land. 

HYMN  177.     8s  &  7s. 

Praise  for  conversion. 

ON  the  brink  of  fiery  ruin, 
Justice,  with  a  flaming  sword, 
Was  my  guilty  soul  pursuing, 
When  I  first  beheld  my  Lord. 

2  " Sinner,"  he  exclaim'd,  " I've  lov'd  thee 

"  With  an  everlasting  love ; 
" Justice  has  in  me  approv'd  thee; 
"Thou  shalt  dwell  with  me  above." 

3  Sweet  as  angels'  notes  in  heaven, 

When  to  golden  harps  they  sound, 
Is  the  voice  of  sins  forgiv'n 
To  the  soul  by  Satan  bound. 

4  Sweet  as  angels'  harps  in  glory 

Was  that  heav'nly  voice  to  me, 


REGENERATION.  355 

When  I  saw  my  Lord  before  me 
Bleed  and  die  to  set  me  free ! 

5  Saints,  attend  with  holy  wonder ! 
Sinners,  hear  and  sing  his  praise  ! 
'Tis  the  God  that  holds  the  thunder, 
Shows  himself  the  God  of  grace  ! 

^Regeneration. 

HYMN  178.     CM. 

Ye  must  be  born  again. 

SINNERS !  this  solemn  truth  regard  ! 
Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men, 
For  Christ,  the  Saviour,  hath  declar'd, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd  ; 

The  heart's  a  sink  of  sin ; 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  sav'd, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  That  which  is  born  of  flesh  is  flesh, 

And  flesh  it  will  remain ; 
Then  marvel  not  that  Jesus  saith, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4  Spirit  of  life  !   thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain ; 
And  witness,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  us  now  begin 

To  trust  and  love  thy  word ; 
And  by  forsaking  ev'ry  sin, 
Prove  we  are  born  of  God. 

HYMN  179.    C.  M. 

The  new  creation. 

ATTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
Doth  his  own  glories  show ; 


356  BLESSINGS   OF   THE   COVENANT. 

"  Behold,  I  sit  upon  my  throne, 
"  Creating  all  things  new. 

2  "  Nature  and  sin  are  passed  away. 

"And  the  old  Adam  dies; 
"  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay, 

"  See  the  new  world  arise  ! 

3  "I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteousness 

"  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
"  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
"  My  glories  shall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer !  set  me  free 

From  my  old  state  of  sin ; 

0  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee, 

Create  new  pow'rs  within. 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afresh ; 
Give  me  new  passions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell ; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  hath  made, 
I  would  forever  dwell. 

HYMN  180.     CM. 

Regeneration. 

1VTOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
li    Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  sov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit, like  some  heav'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 


REGENERATION.  357 

New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quicken' d  souls  awake  and  rise 
From  the  long  sleep  of  death ; 
On  heav'nly  -things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

HYMN  181.     C.  P.  M. 

Ye  must  be  born  again. 

AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 
And  knew  not  where  to  go ; 
O'erwhelm'd  with  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near ; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find ; 
This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

O'erwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load ; 
Alas !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 


358  BLESSINGS   OF   THE   COVENANT. 

Yet,  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now,  by  his  grace,  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heav'n  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise  ; 
All  hail !  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain, 
Unnumber'd  millions  born  again, 

Will  shout  thine  endless  praise. 

HYMN  182.     C.  M. 

Regeneration  the  work  of  the  Spirit. 

CAN  aught  beneath  a  pow'r  divine, 
The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

2  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 
And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

3  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live, 
A  beam  of  heav'n,  a  vital  ray — 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

4  0  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  pow'rs, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


JUSTIFICATION.  359 

HYMN  183.     S.  M. 

Vital  union  to   Christ  in  regeneration. 

DEAR  Saviour,  we  are  thine 
By  everlasting  bands ; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign, 
Our  souls  are  in  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 

With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
0  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee  our  head ; 
Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 
That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay ; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
If  he  in  heav'n  hath  fix'd  his  throne, 
He'll  fix  his  members  there. 

Justification. 

HYMN  184.     L.M. 

Justification. 

LORD,  thy  imputed  righteousness 
My  beauty  is,  my  glorious  dress ; 
'Midst  naming  worlds  in  this  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies  ; 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"  Jesus  hath  liv'd  and  died  for  me." 


360  BLESSINGS   OF   THE   COVENANT. 

3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For,  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay ; 
While  through  thy  blood  absolv'd  I  am, 
From  sin's  tremendous  curse  and  shame. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
By  faith  alone  on  thee  relied, 

And  in  the  Lord  were  justified. 

5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

6  0  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice  ? 
Bid,  Lord,  thy  mourning  ones  rejoice  ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
"  Jesus  the  Lord  our  righteousness." 

HYMN  185.     CM. 

Justification  by  faith,  not  by  works. 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouth, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 


JUSTIFICATION.  361 

HYMN  186.     L.M. 

Human  righteousness  insufficient  to  justify. 

WHEREWITH,  0  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near, 
Or  bow  myself  before  thy  face  ? 
How,  in  thy  purer  eyes,  appear  ? 

What  shall  I  bring  to  gain  thy  grace  ? 

2  Will  gifts  delight  the  Lord  most  high  ? 

Will  multipli'd  oblations  please  ? 
Thousands  of  rams  his  favor  buy, 
Or  slaughter'd  millions  e'er  appease  ? 

3  Can  these  assuage  the  wrath  of  God  ? 

Can  these  wash  out  my  guilty  stain  ? 
Rivers  of  oil,  or  seas  of  blood  ? — 
Alas !  they  all  must  now  in  vain. 

4  What  have  I,  then,  wherein  to  trust  ? 

I  nothing  have,  I  nothing  am  ; 
Excluded  is  my  ev'ry  boast, 

My  glory  swallow'd  up  in  shame. 

5  Guilty  I  stand  before  thy  face, 

My  sole  desert  is  hell  and  wrath  ; 
'Twere  just  the  sentence  should  take  place, 
But  0,  I  plead  my  Saviour's  death ! 

6  I  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 

Who  died  for  sinners  on  the  tree  ; 
I  plead  his  righteousness  alone ; 
0  put  the  spotless  robe  on  me. 

HYMN  187.     L.M. 

We  are  not  accepted  on  account  of  the  worthiness  of  our  faith. 

BY  faith  in  Christ  we're  justified, 
Since  'tis  by  faith  Christ  is  applied  ; 
But  not  for  faith,  or  anything 
We  either  suffer,  do,  or  bring. 

2  Faith  is  the  hand  that  Christ  receives, 
And  takes  the  treasure  which  he  gives  ; 

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3G2  BLESSINGS   OF    THE    COVENANT. 

But  faith  no  merit  can  possess, 

Christ  is  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 

3  Jesus,  our  soul's  delightful  choice, 
In  thee  believing,  Ave  rejoice  ; 
Thy  promises  our  hearts  revive, 
And  keep  our  fainting  faith  alive. 

4  Do  thou  the  languid  spark  inflame, 
Eeveal  the  glories  of  thy  name  ! 
Let  thy  imputed  righteousness, 

Be  all  our  trust,  our  joy  and  peace. 

HYMN  188.     L.  M. 

Our  good  v:orks  are  no  part  of  our  righteousness  before  God. 

NO  more  my  Gocl,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
0  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  hath  done. 

Adoption. 

HYMN  189.     S.  M. 

Adoption. 


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The  Father  has  bestow'd 


ADOPTION.  363 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

2  Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer'lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

HYMN  190.     C.  M. 

Alba,    Father. 

SOV'REIGN  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Allow  my  humble  claim  ; 
Nor,  while  a  worm  would  raise  its  head, 
Disdain  a  Father's  name. 

2  My  Father,  God  !  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 

How  tender,  and  how  dear ! 
Not  all  the  harmony  of  heav'n 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

Oil  my  expanding  heart, 


364  BLESSINGS   OF   THE   COVENANT. 

And  show  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

4  Cheer  d  by  a  signal  so  divine, 
Unwav'ring  I  believe  ; 
And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

HYMN  191.     7s. 

The  privileges  of  the  sons  of  God. 

BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God  ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood, 
They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave, 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace, 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace  ; 

All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away, 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace 
In  the  works  of  righteousness  ! 
Born  of  God,  they  hate  all  sin, 
God's  pure  word  remains  within. 

4  They  have  fellowship  with  God, 
Through  the  Mediator's  blood ; 
One  with  God,  through  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun. 

5  Though  they  suffer  much  on  earth, 
Strangers  to  the  worldling's  mirth, 
Yet  they  have  an  inward  joy, 
Pleasures  which  can  never  cloy. 

6  They  alone  are  truly  blest — 

Heirs  with  God,  joint  heirs  with  Christ ; 
They  with  love  and  peace  are  fill'd, 
They  are  by  his  Spirit  seal'd. 


ADOPTION.  365 

HYMN  192.     L.M. 

Christians  the  sons  of  God. 

TU  OT  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 

JL  i    Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 

Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 

As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n, 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heav'n ; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joys  beyond  the  sky. 

3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go  : 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 

4  When  through  temptation  they  rebel, 
His  chast'ning  rod  he  makes  them  feel ; 
Then,  with  a  Father's  tender  heart, 

He  soothes  the  pain,  and  heals  the  smart. 

5  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye, 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heav'n  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

6  If  I've  the  honor,  Lord,  to  be 
One  of  this  num'rous  family, 
On  me  the  gracious  gift  bestow, 
To  call  thee  Abba,  Father,  too  ! 

7  So  may  my  conduct  ever  prove 
My  filial  piety  and  love  ! 

Whilst  all  my  brethren  clearly  trace 
Their  Father's  likeness  in  my  face. 

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366  BLESSINGS   OF    THE    COVENANT. 

Communion  with  God. 

HYMN  193.     S.M. 

Communion  with   God  and  Christ. 
,UR  heav'nly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near ; 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 


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2  God  pities  all  our  griefs  ; 

He  pardons  ev'ry  day  ; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3  How  large  his  bounties  are  : 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffus'd  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  his  blood  1 

4  Jesus,  our  living  head, 

We  bless  thy  faithful  care, 

Our  advocate  before  the  throne, 

And  our  forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix  my  roving  heart ! 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love  ! 
Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

HYMN  194.      L.  M. 

Desiring    communion    with    God. 

MY  rising  soul,  with  strong  desires, 
To  perfect  happiness  aspires, 
With  steady  steps  Would  tread  the  road 
That  leads  to  heav'n — that  leads  to  God. 

2  I  thirst  to  drink  unmingled  love 
From  the  pure  fountain-head  above ; 
My  dearest  Lord,  I  long  to  be 
Emptied  of  sin,  and  full  of  thee. 


SANCTIFICATION.  367 

3  For  thee  I  pant,  for  thee  I  burn  ; 
Art  thou  withdrawn  ?  again  return, 
Nor  let  me  be  the  first  to  say, 
Thou  wilt  not  hear  when  sinners  pray. 

HYMN  195.     C.  M. 

Walking  with  God. 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame, 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy 'd  [ 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still  ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove  !  return 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


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Sanctification. 
HYMN  196.     L.M. 

Sanctification    implored. 

OD  of  all  pow'r,  and  truth  and  grace, 
Which  shall  from  age  to  age  endure 


308  BLESSINGS   OF    THE    COYEXAXT. 

Whose  word,  when  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass, 
Remains  and  stands  forever  sure : 

2  That  I  thy  mercy  may  proclaim, 

That  all  mankind  thy  truth  may  see ; 
Hallow  thy  great  and  glorious  name, 
And  perfect  holiness  in  me. 

3  Purge  me  from  ev'ry  sinful  blot, 

My  idols  all  be  cast  aside, 
Cleanse  me  from  ev'ry  sinful  thought, 
From  all  the  filth  of  self  and  pride. 

4  Give  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart, 

From  doubt,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free; 
The  mind  which  was  in  Christ  impart, 
And  let  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

HYMN  197.     C.  M. 

Sanctification    and  pardon. 

WHERE  shall  we  sinners  hide  our  heads, 
Can  rocks  or  mountains  save  ? 
Or  shall  we  wrap  us  in  the  shades 
Of  midnight  and  the  grave  ? 

2  Is  there  no  shelter  from  the  eye 

Of  a  revenging  God  ? 
Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  fly, 
Bedew  us  with  thy  blood. 

3  Those  guardian  drops  our  souls  secure, 

And  wash  away  our  sin  ; 
Eternal  justice  frowns  no  more, 
And  conscience  smiles  within. 

4  We  bless  that  wondrous  purple  stream, 

That  cleanses  ev'ry  stain  ; 
Yet  are  our  souls  but  half  redeem'd, 
If  sin,  the  tyrant,  reign. 

5  Lord,  blast  his  empire  with  thy  breath ! 

That  cursed  throne  must  fall ; 


SANCTIFICATION.  369 

Ye  flatt'ring  plagues,  that  work  our  death, 
Fly,  for  we  hate  you  all. 

HYMN  198.     C.  M. 

A  state  of  nature  and  of  grace. 

NOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  sland'rers  shall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprising  grace  !  and  such  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  sin, 

Heirs  of  immortal  misery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 

We're  pardon'd  through  his  name; 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Hath  sanctified  our  frame. 

4  0  for  a  persevering  pow'r, 

To  keep  thy  just  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

HYMN  199.     L.  M. 

Holiness  and  grace. 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour,  God ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  pow'r  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 


370  BLESSINGS   OF   THE    COYEXAXT. 

4  Keligion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Perseverance. 
HYMN    200.     CM. 

Perseverance. 

T)  EJOICE,  believer,  in  the  Lord, 
JL  v  Who  makes  your  cause  his  own  ; 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word, 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 


2  Though  many  foes  beset  your  road, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm, 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or  fainting,  shall  not  die ; 
Jesus  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint, 
Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 

4  As  surely  as  he  overcame, 

And  triumph'd  once  for  you, 
So  surely,  you  that  love  his  name, 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 

HYMN  201.     L.  M. 

Per severance. 

TO  God  I  cried,  when  troubles  rose, 
He  heard  me  and  subdu'd  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 
And  strength  diffus'd  through  all  my  soul. 

2  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 


HAPPINESS    OF    THE    CHRISTIAN.  371 

3  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins ; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

HYMN  202.    S.  M. 

Persevering  grace. 

TO  God  the  only  wise,  % 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 

Unblemish'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  his  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Kedeemer,  God, 

Wisdom  and  pow'r  belong, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  song. 

Happiness  of  the  Christian. 

HYMN  203.     S.  M. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

(^lOME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
J  And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 


372  BLESSINGS   OF  THE    COVENANT. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fa v' rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  God  that  rules  on  high 

x\nd  thunders  when  he  please, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  skies, 
And  manages  the  seas ; 

4  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love ; 
He  shall  send  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above. 

5  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

6  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

7  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

8  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

9  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  inarching  through  Immanuers  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


HAPPINESS    OF    THE    CHBISTIAN.  373 

HYMN  204.     C.  M. 

The    happiness   of  a    Christian. 


O  HAPPY  soul  that  lives  on  hid 
While  men  lie  grov'ling  here. 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings 

While  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life,  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God, 

His  God  in  secret  sees  ; 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heav'nly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  and  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  looks  to  heav'n's  eternal  hill, 

To  meet  that  glorious  day, 
When  Christ  his  promise  shall  fulfill, 
And  call  his  soul  away. 

HYMN  205.     L.  M. 

The   dignity    and   happiness    of  the    Christian. 

HONOR  and  happiness  unite 
To  make  the  Christian's  name  a  praise ; 
How  fair  the  scene,  how  clear  the  light, 
That  fills  the  remnant  of  his  clays  ! 

2  A  kingly  character  he  bears, 

No  change  his  priestly  office  knows, 
Unfading  is  the  crown  he  wears, 
His  joys  can  never  reach  a  close. 

3  Adorn'd  with  glory  from  on  high, 

Salvation  shines  upon  his  face ; 

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374  BLESSINGS   OF    THE    COVENANT. 

His  robe  is  of  th'  ethereal  dye, 
His  steps  are  dignity  and  grace. 

4  Inferior  honors  he  disdains, 

Nor  stoops  to  take  applause  from  earth ; 
The  King  of  kings  himself  maintains 
Th'  expenses  of  his  heav'nly  birth. 

5  The  noblest  creatures  seen  below, 

Ordain'd  to  fill  a  throne  above ; 
God  gives  him  all  he  can  bestow, 
His  kingdom  of  eternal  love  ! 

6  My  soul  is  ravish'd  at  the  thought ! 

Methinks  from  earth  I  see  him  rise ; 
Angels  congratulate  his  lot, 

And  shout  his  welcome  to  the  skies ! 

HYMN  206.     L.  M. 

Happy  in  the  salvation  of  God. 

INDULGENT  God  !  to  thee  I  raise 
My  spirit,  fraught  with  joy  and  praise ; 
Grateful  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
My  debt  of  mercy  there  to  own. 

2  Kivers  descending,  Lord  !  from  thee, 
Perpetual  glide  to  solace  me ; 
Their  varied  virtues  to  rehearse, 
Demands  an  everlasting  verse. 

3  And  yet  there  is,  beyond  the  rest, 

One  stream — the  widest  and  the  best — 

Salvation  !  lo,  the  purple  flood 

Rolls  rich  with  my  Redeemer's  blood  ! 

4  I  taste — delight  succeeds  to  wo ; 

I  bathe — no  waters  cleanse  me  so ; 

Such  joy  and  purity  to  share, 

I  would  remain  enraptur'd  there — 

5  Till  death  shall  give  this  soul  to  know 
The  fulness  sought  in  vain  below  ; 


HAPPINESS   OF   THE    CHRISTIAN.  375 

The  fulness  of  that  boundless  sea, 
"Whence  llow'd  the  river  down  to  me. 

6  My  soul — with  such  a  scene  in  view — 
Bids  mortal  joys  a  glad  adieu ; 
Nor  dreads  a  few  chastising  woes, 
Sent  with  such  love — so  soon  to  close. 


HYMN  207.     L.  M. 

The  pleasures  of  a  good  conscience. 

LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon' d  sin  ? 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  swiftly  o'er  their  head, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shade, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 

But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away ; 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heav'nly  hills, 

Where  groves  of  living  pleasures  grow  ! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow. 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys, 

But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles, 

Lie  grov'ling  in  the  dust  below ; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  souls, 
And  we'll  aspire  to  glory  too. 


376  REPEXTAXCE. 

HYMN  208.     C.  M. 

Happiness  found  only  in   God. 

rilHRICE  happy  man  whose  heart  is  stay'd 
^  ;       JL    On  the  eternal  God  ; 

On  him  who  form'd  the  earth,  and  spread 
The  spacious  skies  abroad. 

2  Beneath  his  mighty  guardian  wings, 

He  finds  a  safe  retreat ; 
While  boundless  love  and  truth  conspire 
To  make  his  bliss  complete. 

3  Storms  of  adversity  in  vain 

Assail  his  steady  mind  ; 

Unruffled  and  serene,  his  soul 

On  Jesus'  breast  reclin'd. 

4  Bereft  of  all  that's  dear  below, 

He  to  his  God  may  rise, 
And  on  his  friendship  rest  secure, 
His  hopes  beyond  the  skies. 


XIV.    Repentance. 
HYMN  209.     C.  M. 

God  hath  commanded  all  men  everywhere  to  repent. 

REPENT  !"  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
Nor  longer  dare  delay ; 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  are  despatch'd  abroad, 

To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess ; 
Embrace  the  blessed  Saviour  now, 

Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 


REPENTANCE.  377 

Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 

And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

Amazing  love  !  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days ! 
Our  hearts,  subdu'd  by  goodness,  fall, 

And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

HYMN  210.     S.  M. 

Repentance  from,  a  sense  of  Divine  goodness. 

IS  this  the  kind  return, 
And  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 

To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Hath  sin  redue'd  our  mind ! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we 

And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

On  us  he  bids  the  sun 

Shed  his  reviving  rays; 
For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run, 

To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh ; 
Break,  sov'reign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 

And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

HYMN  211.     C.  M. 

Repentance  at  the  cross. 

OIF  my  soul  was  form'd  for  wo, 
How  would  I  vent  my  sighs  ! 

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78  REPENTANCE. 

Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  0,  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine, 

That  crucifi'd  my  God ; 
Those  sins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die,  ' 

My  heart  hath  so  decreed ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilst  with  a  melting  broken  heart 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 

HYMN  212.     CM. 

Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  God. 

AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive? 
And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
'Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threat'ning  vengeance  rolls  above, 
.  To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries,  "  Forbear ;" 

And  strait  the  thunder  stays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 

Too  lone  indulged  our  sin  ; 


REPENTANCE.  379 

Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

No  more,  ye  lusts,  shall  ye  command ; 

No  more  will  ye  obey  ; 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'ring  hand, 

And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

HYMN  213.     C.  M. 

Godly  sorrow  arising  from  the  sufferings  of  Christ. 

ALAS !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died 

For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay, 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away ; 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  214.     L.  M. 

Hardness  of  heart  lamented. 

LORD  !  shed  a  beam  of  heav'nly  day, 
To  melt  this  stubborn  stone  away ; 
Now  thaw,  with  rays  of  love  divine, 
This  heart — this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 


380  REPENTANCE. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend  ;  the  earth  can  quake  ; 
The  seas  can  roar  ;  the  mountains  shake  ; 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
What  but  an  adamant  would  melt  ? 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  move  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  oxe  can  yet  perform  the  deed ; 
That  oxe  in  all  his  grace  I  need  ; 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
And  melt  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine. 

5  0,  Breath  of  Life,  breathe  on  my  soul ! 
On  me  let  streams  of  mercy  roll : 
Now  thaw,  with  rays  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

HYMN  215.    C.  M. 

The  penitent. 

PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus  !  at  thy  feet, 
A  guilty  rebel  lies ; 
And  upwards  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  0,  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence, 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm  : 
Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm  ! 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt; 
No  tears  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed ; 
No  blood  but  thou  hast  spilt. 


REPENTANCE.  381 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ! 
And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

HYMN  216.     L.  M. 

The  penitent. 

PITY  a  helpless  sinner,  Lord, 
Who  would  believe  thy  gracious  word ; 
But  own  my  heart  with  shame  and  grief, 
A  mass  of  sin  and  unbelief. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  house  I  read  there's  room : 
And  vent' ring  hard,  behold  I  come, 
But  can  there,  tell  me,  can  there  be, 
Amongst  thy  children  room  for  me  ? 

3  For  sinners,  Lord,  thou  cam'st  to  bleed, 
And  I'm  a  sinner  vile  indeed ! 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  grace  is  free  : 
0,  magnify  that  grace  in  me. 

HYMN  217.     C.  M. 

The  penitent. 

AS  once  the  Saviour  took  his  seat, 
Attracted  by  his  fame, 
And  lowly  bending  at  his  feet, 
An  humble  suppliant  came. 

2  Asham'd  to  lift  her  streaming  eyes 

His  holy  glance  to  meet, 

She  pour'd  her  holy  sacrifice 

Upon  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Oppress'd  with  sin  and  sorrow's  weight, 

And  sinking  in  despair  ; 
"With  tears  she  wash'd  his  sacred  feet, 
And  wip'd  them  with  her  hair. 

4  "  Depart  in  peace,"  the  Saviour  said, 

"  Thy  sins  are  all  forgiv'n  !  " 


382  REPENTANCE. 

The  trembling  sinner  rais'd  her  head, 
In  peaceful  hope  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  218.      L.  P.  M. 

Prayer  of  a  penitent. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 
0  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry ; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty; 
0  deign  to  listen  to  my  voice, 
And  bid  this  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 

For  I,  alas,  am  all  that's  vile ; 
No — when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea, 
That  dearest,  sweetest  name  to  me ! 

3  Within  this  heart  of  mine,  I  feel 

The  weight  of  sin's  oppressive  load  ; 
0  help !  or  else  I  sink  to  hell, 

Crush'd  by  thine  arm,  avenging  God. 
Entomb'd  within  that  dread  abyss, 
And  exil'd  from  the  realms  of  bliss ! 

4  But  ah !  the  thought  alone  is  hell — 

That  prospect  drives  me  to  despair ; 
For  who  can  'mid  those  horrors  dwell  ? 

Or  who  those  dreadful  torments  bear  ? 
Where  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears, 
Or  beam  of  joy  the  bosom  cheers  ! 

5  Yet,  mighty  God!  thy  powerful  arm 

Can  snatch  me  from  that  dread  abode ; 
Can  shield  me  from  th'  impending  harm, 

And  ease  me  of  my  heavy  load  : 
One  pard'ning  word  can  make  me  whole,  ] 
And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul! 


FAITH.  383 

6  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 

Then  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry, 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty ; 
0  listen  to  a  suff 'rer's  voice, 
Then  shall  this  bleeding  heart  rejoice ! 

HYMN  219.  L.  M. 

Seeking  pardon. 

LORD,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
Opprest  with  fears,  to  thee  I  call 
Reveal  thy  pard'ning  love  to  me, 
And  set  my  captive  spirit  free. 

2  Hast  thou  not  said,  "  Seek  ye  my  face  ?" 
The  invitation  I  embrace; 

I'll  seek  thy  face — thy  Spirit  give  ! 
0  let  me  see  thy  face,  and  live. 

3  I'll  seek  thy  face,  with  cries  and  tears, 
With  secret  sighs,  and  fervent  pray'rs 
And  if  not  heard — I'll  waiting  sit, 
And  perish  at  my  Saviour's  feet. 

4  But  canst  thou,  Lord,  see  all  my  pain, 
And  bid  me  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 
Thou  wilt  not,  canst  not,  me  deceive — 
The  soul  that  seeks  thy  face  shall  live. 


XV.  Faith. 
HYMN  220.     S.  M. 

Faith. 

FAITH! — 'tis  a  precious  grace, 
Where'er  it  is  bestow'd  ; 
It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 
And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

Jesus  it  owns  a  King 
An  all-atoning  Priest ; 


384  FAITH. 

It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  finds  it  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  fill'd  with  deep  distress  ; 
Appropriates  his  precious  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 

And  that  divinely  free  ; 
Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  work  this  faith  in  me. 

HYMN  221.     C.  M. 

A  living  faith. 

MISTAKEN  souls  !  that  dream  of  heav'n, 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Yain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Christ  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love, 

That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart,    - 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell, 

By  a  celestial  pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

5  Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  trust  his  grace ; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  still, 
For  his  own  holiness. 

6  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free, 

He  makes  our  nature  clean ; 


FAITH.  385 

Nor  would  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  seals  our  peace  with  God ; 
Jesus  and  his  salvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood. 

HYMN  222.  10s  &  lis. 

/  will  trust j  and  not  be  afraid, 

BEGONE  unbelief !  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief,  will  surely  appear ; 
By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform  ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Tho'  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide ; 

Tho'  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite  thro'. 

4  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? — he  told  me  no  less  ; 
The  heirs  of  salvation  1  know  from  his  word, 
Thro'  much  tribulation  must  follow  their  Lord. 

5  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food ; 
Tho'  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  0  how  pleasant  the  conqu'ror's  song ! 

HYMN  223.     S.  M. 

Faith  in   Christ  our  sacrifice. 

OT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 


N' 


386  FAITH. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  224.     CM. 

Faith  of  things  unseen. 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight ; 
Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense ; 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word ; 
Abr'am  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  far  and  liigh, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  stands. 


FAITH.  387 

HYMN  225.      L.  M. 

Faith  of  the  ancients. 

BLESS'D  is  the  memory  of  the  just ! 
And  sweet  their  slumbers  in  the  dust ; 
Though  lost,  long  lost  to  mortal  eye, 
Their  glorious  fame  shall  never  die. 

2  In  Life's  fair  book  the  Patriarchs  live, 
Prophets  and  saints  instruction  give ; 
Though  dead,  they  speak  the  truth  divine, 
And  in  example  brightly  shine. 

3  Bjr  faith  what  wonders  have  they  done, 
They  sufF rings  bore,  they  victories  won  ; 
By  faith  they  promises  obtain'd, 

And  kingdoms  to  its  empire  gain'd. 

4  By  faith  they  clos'd  the  lion's  jaw, 
And  harmless  made  his  dreadful  paw ; 
Quench'd  fiercest  flames,  escap'd  the  sword, 
And  to  new  life  the  dead  restor'd. 

5  My  soul,  these  ancient  heroes  view, 
Their  faith,  their  love,  their  zeal  pursue ; 
Warm'd  by  each  word  and  glorious  deed, 
In  the  same  blessed  path  proceed. 

HYMN  226.     C.  M. 

The  poicer  of  faith. 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid  in  ev'ry  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares  ; 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God,  and  heav'nly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  pow'r 

The  healing  balm  to  give ; 


388  FAITH. 

That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign  ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain  : 

5  Shows  me  the  precious  promise,  seal'd 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hopes  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

6  There,  there,  unshaken,  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  vile  body  dies ; 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
At  once  to  glory  rise ! 

HYMN  227.     L.  M. 

The  conflicts  of  faith. 

JESUS,  our  soul's  delightful  choice, 
In  thee  believing,  we  rejoice  ; 
Yet  still  our  joy  is  mix'd  with  grief, 
While  faith  contends  with  unbelief. 

2  Thy  promises  our  hearts  revive, 
And  keep  our  fainting  hopes  alive  ; 
But  guilt,  and  fears,  and  sorrows  rise, 
And  hide  the  promise  from  our  eyes. 

3  Do  thou  the  languid  spark  inflame, 
That  we  may  conquer  in  thy  name ; 
And  let  not  sin  and  Satan  boast, 
AVhile  saints  lie  mould'ring  in  the  dust. 

4  Unequal  to  the  conflict,  Lord, 

Too  weak  to  wield  the  shield  or  sword 
On  thine  almighty  arm  we  fall, 
Be  thou  our  Jesus  and  our  all. 


FAITH.  389 

HYMN  228.     S.  M. 

■ 

Weak   believers  encouraged. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
Bid  ev'ry  string  awake. 

Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 

We  ev'ry  moment  come. 

His  grace  shall  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 

Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

The  time  of  love  will  come, 

When  we  shall  clearly  see 
Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 

But  each  shall  say,  "for  me." 

Tarry  his  leisure,  then, 

Wait  the  appointed  hour ; 
Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  souls 

Reveals  his  love  with  pow'r. 

Blest  is  the  man,  0  God ! 

That  stays  himself  on  thee ! 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 

Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

HYMN  229.     8s. 

Vic  to  rio  us  fa  ith . 

npHE  moment  a  sinner  believes, 
JL    And  trusts  in  his  crucified  God, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives, 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood. 

Though  thousands  and  thousands  of  foes 
Against  him  in  malice  unite, 


390  PRAYER. 

Their  rage  he  through  Christ  can  oppose, 
Led  forth  by  the  Spirit  to  fight. 

3  The  faith  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 

And  brings  such  salvation  as  this, 
Is  more  than  mere  fancy  or  name, 
The  work  of  God's  Spirit  it  is. 

4  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell ; 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair ; 
And  what  is  still  stranger  to  tell, 
It  overcomes  heav'n  by  pray'r. 

5  It  says  to  the  mountains,  "  depart," 

That  stand  betwixt  God  and  the  soul ; 
It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  their  sore  consciences  whole. 

6  Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  dye, 

Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white  ; 
And  raises  the  sinner  on  high, 
To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light. 


XVI.    Prayer. 
HYMN  230.     L.  M. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  Father,  thron'd  in  heav'n  divine, 
To  thy  great  name  be  praises  paid  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come — Thy  glory  shine  ; 
And  thy  good  will  be  still  obey'd. 

Give  us  our  bread  from  day  to  day, 
And  all  our  wants  do  thou  supply  ; 

With  gospel  truth  feed  us  we  pray, 
That  we  may  never  faint  or  die. 

Extend  thy  grace,  our  hearts  renew, 
Our  each  offence  in  love  forgive ; 

Teach  us  divine  forgiveness  too, 
And  freed  from  evil  let  us  live. 


PRAYER.  391 

4  For  thine's  the  kingdom  and  the  pow'r, 
And  all  the  glory  waits  thy  name ; 
Let  ev'ry  saint  thy  grace  adore, 

And  sound  in  songs  their  loud  Amen. 

HYMN  231.     L.M. 

Prayer. 

WHERE  is  my  God  ?  does  he  retire 
Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  ? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  No,  Lord,  the  breathings  of  desire, 

The  weak  petition,  if  sincere, 
Is  not  forbidden  to  aspire, 

But  reaches  thy  all-gracious  ear. 

3  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands ; 
The  glorious  advocate  on  high, 

With  precious  incense  in  his  hands. 

4  He  sweetens  ev'ry  humble  groan, 

He  recommends  each  broken  pray'r  ; 
Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone, 

Whose  pow'r  and  love  forbid  despair. 

HYMN   232.     CM. 

Behold,  he  pray*  th . 

PRAY'R  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Pray'r  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Pray'r  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 


392  PRAYER. 

Pray'r  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Pray'r  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air. 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heav'n  with  pray'r. 

5  Pray'r  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  Cs  Behold  he  prays." 

6  0  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way. 
The  path  of  pray'r  thyself  has  trod, 
"  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray." 

HYMN    233.     L.  M. 

Exhortation  to  prayer. 

"VVTHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 

▼  ▼      In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  darken  d  cloud  withdraw, 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw: 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  ev'ry  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  pray'r.  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Pray'r  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Were  half  the  breath  that's  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent. 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me  !  " 


PRATER.  393 

HYMN  234.     L.  M. 

Pray  icithout  ceasing. 

PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give ; 
Long  as  they  live,  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray,  they  live. 

The  Christian's  heart  his  pray'r  indites, 
He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within ; 

The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Christ  receives,  and  gives  it  in. 

And  shall  we  in  dead  silence  lie, 

When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  our  pray'r  ? 
My  soul,  thou  hast  a  friend  on  high, 

Arise,  and  try  thy  int'rest  there. 

If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 

The  remedy's  before  thee — pray. 

Depend  on  Christ,  thou  canst  not  fail, 
Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 

Fear  not — his  merits  must  prevail ! 
Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 

HYMN  235.     S.  M. 

The  prayer  of  fa  iih . 

THE  Lord,  who  truly  knows 
The  heart  of  ev'ry  saint, 
Invites  us  by  his  holy  word, 
To  pray  and  never  faint. 

He  bows  his  gracious  ear  ! 

We  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  he  appear, 

And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

Though  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  we  longer  wait  ? 


394  PRAYER. 

He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 

4  'Twas  thus  the  widow  poor, 

Without  support  or  friend, 
Beset  the  unjust  judge's  door, 
And  gain'd  at  last  her  end. 

5  And  shall  not  Jesus  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ? 
Yes ;  though  he  may  awhile  forbear 
He'll  not  their  suit  deny. 

6  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  pray'r ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  care. 

HYMN  236.     H.  M. 

The  song  of  Hannah,  an  encouragement  to  prayer. 

WHEN  Hannah,  press'd  with  grief, 
Pour'd  forth  her  soul  in  pray'rs, 
She  quickly  found  relief, 

And  songs  succeeded  tears  : 
Like  her  in  ev'ry  trying  case, 
Let  us  approach  the  throne  of  grace. 

2  When  she  began  to  pray, 

Her  heart  was  pain'd  and  sad ; 
But  ere  she  went  away, 

Was  comforted  and  glad  : 
In  trouble  what  a  resting-place 
Have  they  who  know  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Eli  her  case  mistook  ; 

How  was  her  spirit  mov'd 
By  his  unkind  rebuke  ! 

But  God  her  cause  approv'd : 
We  need  not  fear  a  creature's  face, 
While  welcome  at  a  throne  of  grace. 


PRAYER.  395 

4  Men  have  not  pow'r  or  skill 

With  troubled  souls  to  bear, 
Though  they  express  good  will, 

Poor  comforters  they  are  : 
But  swelling  sorrows  sink  apace, 
When  we  approach  the  throne  of  grace. 

5  Thousands  have  often  tried, 

And  with  success  were  crown'd  ; 
Not  one  has  been  denied, 

But  all  an  answer  found  : 
Let  us  by  faith  their  footsteps  trace, 
And  hasten  to  the  throne  of  grace. 

HYMN. 237.     L.  M. 

Prayer    answered   by    crosses. 

IASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek,  more  earnestly,  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  he  I  trust  has  answer'd  pray'r ; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favor'd  hour 

At  once  he'd  answer  my  request, 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  pow'r, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  ev'ry  part. 

5  Yea,  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo ; 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 


396  PRAYER. 

G  "  Lord,  why  is  this  ?  "  I  trembling  cried, 
"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  ?  " 
"'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  pray'r  for  grace  and  faith. 

7  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

"  From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free, 
"  And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
"  That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

HYMN  238.     C.  M. 

The  effort. 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r, 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest ; 
By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place  ! 

That  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  "  thou  hast  died." 

5  0  Wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  "  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul  be  still, 

"  My  promis'd  grace  receive  :  " 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must — I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 


BAPTISM.  397 

HYMN  239.    C.  M. 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

OTHOU  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  heart  to  thee; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  with  a  broken,  contrite  heart, 

1  lift  mine  eyes  to  thee; 

Thy  name  proclaim,  thyself  impart, 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  In  sore  temptations,  when  no  way 

To  shun  the  ill  I  see, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day, 
And  then  remember  me. 

4  And  when  I  tread  the  vale  of  death, 

And  bow  at  thy  decree, 
Then  Saviour,  with  my  latest  breath, 
I'll  cry,  remember  me. 


XVII.    The  Sacraments. 

Baptism, 

HYMN  240.     L.  M. 

Baptism. 

TWAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 
Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize, 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word, 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  sends  his  cov'nant  with  his  seals, 
To  bless  the  distant  heathen  lands. 

3  Repent  and  be  baptiz'd,  he  saith, 

For  the  remission  of  your  sins ; 

34 


398  THE    SACRAMENTS. 

And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  his  gospel  means. 

4  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God, 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 

And  seal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord ; 
0  may  the  great  eternal  three, 

In  heav'n  our  solemn  vows  record ! 

HYMN  241.     C.  M. 

Infant   baptism. 

THUS  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
I'll  be  a  God  to  thee ; 
I'll  bless  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  seed  to  me. 

2  Abram  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 

And  gave  his  child  to  God; 
But  water  seals  the  blessing  now, 
That  once  was  seal'd  with  blood. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  fore-fathers  giv'n ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways ! 

His  love  endures  the  same ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace, 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

5  With  the  same  blessing  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 

If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 

6  Then  let  the  children  of  the  saints 

Be  dedicate  to  God ; 


BAPTISM.  399 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord  ! 
And  wash  them  in  thy  blood. 

7  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  seed 

Shall  thy  salvation  come  ; 
And  num'rous  households  meet  at  last, 
In  one  eternal  home. 

8  Thy  faithful  saints,  eternal  King  ! 

This  precious  truth  embrace  ; 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  thy  grace. 

HYMN  242.     C.  M. 

Suffer  little  children  to  come  unto   me. 

THE  Saviour,  with  inviting  voice, 
Says,  "Let  your  children  come  ; 
"  For  them  there's  love  within  my  breast, 
*•  And  in  my  kingdom  room." 

2  Lord,  at  thy  call  we  bring  our  babes, 

And  give  them  up  to  thee; 
Let  angels,  and  let  men  behold, 
And  all  our  witness  be. 

3  Now  our  dear  offspring  are  baptiz'd 

According  to  his  word ; 
As  Abr'am  his  did  circumcise, 
Obedient  to  the  Lord. 

4  This  water  sprinkled  on  the  child, 

Doth  a  rich  emblem  show, 
Of  pouring  out  the  Spirit's  grace, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

HYMN  243.     C.  M. 

Forbid  them   not. 

BEHOLD  what  condescending  love 
Jesus  on  earth  displays ; 
To  babes  and  sucklings  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 


400  THE    SACRAMENTS. 

2  "  Forbid  them  not,"  is  his  command ; 

Then  why  should  men  resist  ? 
Our  children  now  may  be  baptiz'd, 
The  church  of  such  consist. 

3  With  flowing  tears  and  thankful  hearts 

We  bring  them,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
Keceive  them,  Jesus,  to  thine  arms, 
Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

4  Thine  may  they  be ;  forever  thine ; 

Thy  ransom' d  purchas'd  seed ; 
0  let  this  seal  of  sprinkling,  now, 
Be  own'd  of  thee  indeed. 

5  Here,  parents,  with  thanksgiving  view 

Your  right  in  what  you've  done ; 
Let  songs  of  praises  sound  aloud, 
To  the  great  Three  in  One. 

HYMN    244.     CM. 

Improvement  of  baptism. 

ATTEND,  ye  children  of  your  God, 
Ye  heirs  of  glory,  hear ; 
For  accents  so  divine  as  these, 
Might  charm  the  dullest  ear. 

2  Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's  death, 

Your  souls  to  sin  must  die ; 
With  Christ  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

3  There  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits, 

Enthron'd  divinely  fair; 
Yet  owns  himself  your  brother  still, 
And  your  forerunner  there. 

4  Bise,  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love; 
Above  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 


lord's  supper.  401 

5  But  earth  and  sin  will  drag  us  down, 
When  we  attempt  to  fly ; 
Lord,  send  thy  strong  attractive  pow'r 
To  raise  and  fix  us  high. 

Lord's  Supper. 

HYMN  245.     L.  M. 

The  Lord's   Supper. 

TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes  : 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brak 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin, 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wine, 
u'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 

4  For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 

He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  ; 
And  justice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  stead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt, 

To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt, 
When  for  black  crimes  of  greatest  size 
He  gave  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 

G  "  Do  this  (he  cried)  till  time  shall  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend ; 
Meet  at  my  table  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name  ; 

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402  THE   SACRAMENTS. 

Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  246.     L.  M. 

Communion  with    Christ  at  his  table. 

TO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 
Dear  name,  by  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd  ! 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 

The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  while  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  humbly  worship  at  his  feet ; 

0  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love ! 

4  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wondrous  love  display 'd, 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

5  Let  humble,  penitential  wo, 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish  flow ; 
And  thy  forgiving  smiles  impart, 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  ev'ry  heart, 

HYMN  247.     L.  M. 

Let  a  man  examine  himself,  and  so  let  him  eat. 

WHAT  strange  perplexities  arise  ? 
What  anxious  fears  and  jealousies  ? 
What  crowds  in  doubtful  light  appear  ? 
How  few,  alas,  approv'd  and  clear ! 

2  And  what  am  I  ? — my  soul,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take ; 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear  ? 


lord's  supper.  403 

What  image  does  my  spirit  bear? 

Is  Jesus  form'd,  and  living  there  ; 

Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine, 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine  ? 

Searcher  of  hearts,  0  search  me  still, 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 
My  fears  remove ;  let  me  appear 
To  God,  and  my  own  conscience  clear. 

May  I,  consistent  with  thy  word, 
Approach  thy  table,  0  my  Lord  ? 
May  I  among  thy  saints  appear  ? 
Shall  I  a  welcome  guest  be  there  ? 

Have  I  the  wedding  garment  on, 
Or  do  I  naked  stand  alone  ? 
0,  quicken,  clothe,  and  feed  my  soul, 
Forgive  my  sins  and  make  me  whole. 

HYMN  248.     L.  M. 

Preparation. 

ETERNAL  King,  enthron'd  above, 
Look  down  in  faithfulness  and  love  ; 
Prepare  our  hearts  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  grant  us  thy  reviving  grace. 

Long  have  we  heard  the  joyful  call, 
But  yet  our  faith  and  love  are  small ; 
Our  hearts  are  torn  with  worldly  cares, 
And  all  our  paths  are  fill'd  with  snares. 

Unworthy  to  approach  thy  throne, 
Our  trust  is  fix'd  on  Christ  alone ; 
In  him  thy  cov'nant  stands  secure, 
And  will  from  age  to  age  endure. 

0  let  us  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  bid  our  mourning  hearts  rejoice  ; 
Revive  our  souls,  our  faith  renew, 
Prepare  for  duties  now  in  view. 


404  Tilt]    SACRAMENTS. 

5  Make  all  our  spices  flow  abroad, 
A  grateful  incense  to  our  God ; 
Let  hope,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

HYMN  249.     L.  M. 

Preparation. 

THE  broken  bread,  the  blessed  cup, 
On  which  we  now  are  call'd  to  sup, 
Without  thy  help  and  grace  divine, 
Will  prove  no  more  than  bread  and  wine. 

2  But  come,  great  Master  of  the  feast, 
Dispense  thy  grace  to  ev'ry  guest ; 
Direct  our  views  to  Calvary, 

And  help  us  to  remember  thee. 

3  Let  us  with  light  and  truth  be  blest, 
That  on  thy  bosom  we  may  rest ; 
And  at  thy  supper  each  may  learn 
Thy  broken  body  to  discern. 

4  0  that  our  souls  may  now  be  fed 
With  Christ  himself,  the  living  bread  ; 
That  we  the  cov'nant  may  renew, 
And  to  our  vows  be  render'd  true  ! 

HYMN  250.     C.  M. 

Invitation. 

YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart, 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 


lord's  supper.  405 

Nor  will  lie  bid  the  soul  depart, 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  In  him  the  Father  reconcil'd 

Invites  your  souls  to  come ; 

The  rebel  shall  be  call'd  a  child, 

And  kindly  welcom'd  home. 

5  0  come !  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

6  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

7  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  longing  souls  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  251.     C.  M.     ' 

Invitation. 

THE  King  of  heav'n  his  table  spreads, 
And  blessings  crown  the  board ; 
Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life  are  giv'n, 
Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heav'n. 

3  Ye  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  stray'd 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come ; 
Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 

4  Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 


406  THE   SACRAMENTS. 

And  millions  more  still  on  the  way 
Around  the  board  appear. 

5  All  things  are  ready,  come  away 
Nor  weak  excuses  frame ; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

HYMN  252.     S.  M. 

Bread  and  wine. 

JESUS  invites  his  saints 
To  meet  around  his  board ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flesh  ; 

He  bids  iis  drink  his  blood ; 
Amazing  favor !  matchless  grace 
Of  our  descending  God. 

3  The  sacred  elements 

Remain  mere  wine  and  bread  : 
But  signify  and  seal  the  love 
Of  Christ  our  cov'nant  head. 

4  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'rest  in  his  death. 

5  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first-born  Son. 

6  We  are  but  sev'ral  parts 

Of  the  same  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  hath  its  sev'ral  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  head. 

7  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 

His  glorious  name  to  raise ; 


lord's  supper.  407 

Pleasure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praise. 

HYMN  253.     C.  M. 

The  Jove  of  Christ. 

HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 
Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  When  justice,  by  our  sin's  provok'd, 

Drew  forth  his  dreadful  sword ; 
He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word. 

3  Here  we  receive  repeated  seals 

Of  Jesus'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  soft  affection  move. 

4  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record ; 
And  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN  254.    C.  M. 

Sis  flesh  is  meat  indeed. 

HERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
To  feed  on  food  divine  ; 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down  and  dies ; 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow ; 

0  what  delightful  food  ! 
We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 


408  THE    SACRAMENTS. 

4  The  bitter  torments  he  endur'd 

Upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
For  me,  each  welcome  guest  may  say, 
'Twas  all  procured  for  me, 

5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour,  so  divine  ; 
Well  may'st  thou  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine ! 

HYMN  255.  L.  M. 

The  gospel  feast. 

HOW  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord  ! 
Thy  table  furnish'd  from  above! 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erspread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heavnly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jew-. 

Were  first  invited  to  the  feast  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refuse, 
And  Gentiles  thy  salvation  taste. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame. 

And  help  was  far.  and  death  was  nigh  ; 
But  at  the  gospel  call  we  came. 
And  ev'rv  want  received  supply. 

4  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 

From  paths  of  darkness  and  despair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell, 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  presence  here. 

5  What  shall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 

That  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God  ? 

6  It  cost  him  death  to  save  our  lives  ; 

And  buy  our  souls  it  cost  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 


lord's  supper.  409 

7  Our  everlasting  love  is  due 

To  him  that  ransom' d  sinners  lost ; 
And  pitied  rebels,  when  he  knew 

The  vast  expense  his  love  would  cost, 

HYMN  256.     L.  M 

Not    ashamed   of    Christ  crucified. 

AT  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  ev'ry  guest, 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died  ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  its  shame* 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  thy  cause  ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  hath  left  the  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

HYMN  257,     CM. 

Christ  the  bread  of  life. 

LET  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word, 
'Tis  he  our  souls  hath  fed  ; 
Thou  art  our  living  stream,  0  Lord, 
And  thou  the  immortal  bread. 

2  Bless'd  be  the  Lord  that  gives  his  flesh 

To  nourish  dying  men ; 
And  often  spreads  his  table  fresh, 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 

3  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath 

Whilst  Jesus  finds  supplies ; 

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410  THE    SACRAMENTS. 

Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death. 
For  Jesus  never  dies. 

4  The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new  creating  breath. 

HYMN  258.     C.  M. 

Faith,  hope  and  love. 

ri^HE  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief, 
-I-    The  suflfrings  of  thy  death, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  faith . 

2  The  tokens  sent  us  to  relieve 

Our  spirits  when  they  droop, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  hope. 

3  The  pledges  thou  wast  pleas'd  to  leave, 

Our  mournful  minds  to  move, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  Jove. 

4  Here  in  obedience  to  thy  .word, 

We  take  the  bread  and  wine, 
The  utmost  we  can  do,  dear  Lord, 
For  all  beyond  is  thine. 

5  Increase  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love ; 

Lord,  give  us  all  that's  good  ; 
We  would  thy  full  salvation  prove, 
And  share  thy  flesh  and  blood. 

HYMN  259.     7s. 

We    celebrate    his    dying    lovt. 

JESUS,  once  for  sinners  slain, 
From  the  dead  was  rais'd  again  ; 
And  in  heav'n  is  now  set  down 
With  his  Father  on  his  throne. 


lord's  supper.  411 

There  he  reigns  a  King  supreme  ; 
We  shall  also  reign  with  him  : 
Feeble  souls,  be  not  dismay'd, 
Trust  in  his  almighty  aid. 

He  has  made  an  end  of  sin, 
And  his  blood  has  wash'd  us  clean  ; 
Fear  not ;  he  is  ever  near  ; 
Now,  e'en  now,  he's  with  us  here. 

Thus  assembling,  we  by  faith 
Till  he  come,  show  forth  his  death; 
Of  his  body,  bread's  the  sign, 
And  we  view  his  blood  in  wine. 

Saints  on  earth,  with  saints  above ; 
Celebrate  his  dying  love ; 
And  let  ev'ry  ransom' d  soul 
Sound  his  praise  from  pole  to  pole. 

HYMN  260.      C.  M. 

Thanksgiving. 

LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 
But  most  of  all  admire,  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place. 

I  that  am  all-denTd  with  sin/ 

A  rebel  to  my  God ; 
I  that  have  crucified  his  Son, 

And  trampled  on  his  blood  ! 

What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 

My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

Eat,  0  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries, 

The  feast -was  made  for  you ; 
For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 

And  rose,  and  triumph'd  too. 


412  THE    SACRAMENTS. 

5  With  trembling  faith,  and  bleeding  heart, 

Lord,  I  accept  thy  love  ; 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  I  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above  ! 

6  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heav'n, 

Join  all  your  praising  pow'rs  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

7  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee  ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

HYMN  261.     C.  M. 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 

COME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

<•  To  be  exalted  thus  ;" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  their  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


T 


MORAL  LAW. 

XVIII.    Moral  Law. 
HYMN  2G2.     L.  M. 

The  law. 

HUS  saith  the  first,  the  great  command, 
"  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
"  To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God 
"  With  utmost  vigor  and  delight. 

"  Then  shall  thy  neighbor,  next  in  place, 
"  Share  thine  affections  and  esteem ; 

"  And  let  thy  kindness  to  thyself, 
"  Measure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

This  is  the  sense  that  Moses  spoke  ; 

This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

The  law  demands  a  perfect  love. 

But  0  how  base  our  passions  are  ! 

This  holy  law  we  can't  fulfil ; 
Regenerate  our  souls,  0  Lord  ! 

Or  we  shall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

HYMN  263.     S.  M. 

The  law  is  spiritual. 

THE  law  of  God  is  just, 
A  strict  and  holy  way ; 
And  he  that  would  escape  the  curse, 
Must  all  the  law  obey. 

Not  one  vain  thought  must  rise, 

Not  one  unclean  desire  ; 
He  must  be  holy,  just,  and  wise, 

Who  keeps  the  law  entire. 

If  in  one  point  he  fail, 

In  thought,  or  word,  or  deed, 
The  curses  of  the  law  prevail, 

And  rest  upon  his  head. 


414  MORAL  LAW. 

4  I  tremble  and  confess, 

0  God  !  I  am  accurs'd  ; 
Guilty  I  fall  before  thy  face, 
And  own  thy  sentence  just. 

5  But  does  the  curse  still  rest 

Upon  my  guilty  head  ? 
No — Jesus — let  his  name  be  blest ; 
Hath  borne  it  in  my  stead. 

6  He  hath  fulfill'd  the  law, 

Obtain' d  by  peace  with  God  ; 
Here  doth  my  soul  her  comforts  draw, 
And  leave  her  heavy  load. 

HYMN  264.     L.  M. 

The    sinner  found   wanting. 

RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye, 
Behold  the  balance  lifted  high ; 
There  shall  God's  justice  be  display'd, 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weigh'd. 

2  See  in  one  scale,  his  perfect  law  ! 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw ; 
Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain, 

Thy  works  how  light,  thy  thoughts  how  vain  ! 

3  Behold  !  the  hand  of  God  appears 
To  trace  those  dreadful  characters; 
"  Tekel !  thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 

"  And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground  !  " 

4  Let  sudden  fears  thy  nerves  unbrace  ! 
Confusion  wild  o'erspread  thy  face ; 
Through  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll, 
And  deep  repentance  melt  thy  soul. 

5  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail — 
Christ  in  the  scripture  turns  the  scale  ; 
Still  doth  the  gospel  publish  peace, 
And  show  a  Saviour's  righteousness. 


LOVE    TO    GOD.  415 

Jesus,  exert  thy  pow'r  to  save, 
Deep  on  this  heart  thy  truth  engrave ; 
Great  God,  the  load  of  guilt  remove, 
That  trembling  lips  may  sing  thy  love. 

HYMN  265.     L.  M. 

Practical  use  of  the  moral  law. 

OLORD,  my  soul  convicted  stands, 
Of  breaking  all  thy  ten  commands ; 
And  on  me  justly  might'st  thou  pour 
Thy  wrath  in  one  eternal  show'r. 

But  thanks  to  God,  its  loud  alarms 
Have  warned  me  of  approaching  harms, 
And  now,  0  Lord,  my  wants  I  see, 
Lost  and  undone  I  come  to  thee. 

I  know  my  partial  righteousness 
Can  ne'er  thy  broken  law  redress, 
Yet  in  the  gospel  plan  I  see, 
There's  hope  of  pardon  e'en  for  me. 

There  I  behold  with  wonder,  Lord ! 
That  Christ  hath  to  ihy  law  restor'd 
Those  honors  on  th'  atoning  day, 
Which  guilty  sinners  took  away. 

Amazing  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  love, 
Display' d  to  rebels  from  above! 
Do  thou,  0  Lord,  my  faith  increase, 
To  love  and  trust  thy  plan  of  grace. 

Love  to  God  the  substance  of  the  First  Table. 
HYMN  266.     L.  M. 

Thou  shall  love  the  Lord  thy  God,  &c, 

YES,  I  would  love  thee,  blessed  God! 
Paternal  goodness  marks  thy  name ! 
Thy  praises,  through  thy  high  abode, 
The  heav'nly  hosts  with  joy  proclaim. 


41G  MORAL    LAW. 

2  Freely  thou  gav'st  thy  dearest  Son 

For  man  to  suffer,  bleed  and  die ; 
And  bidst  me.  as  a  wretch  undone, 
For  all  I  want  on  him  rely. 

3  In  him  thy  reconciled  face, 

With  joy  unspeakable  I  see, 
And  feel  thy  pow'rful  wondrous  grace 
Draw  and  unite  my  soul  to  thee. 

4  Whene'er  my  foolish  wand' ring  heart, 

Attracted  by  a  creature's  pow'r, 
Would  from  this  blissful  centre  start, 
Lord,  fix  it  there  to  stray  no  more  ! 

HYMN  267.     C.  M. 

Love  to  God. 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  oar  cheerful  feet 

In  swift  obedience  move ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  awav 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 


LOYE    TO    GOD.  417 

HYMN  268.     C.  M. 

Love  to    Christ  desired. 

THOU  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 
Whom  I  unseen  adore, 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines, 

But  in  thy  sacred  word 
I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 
Thy  love,  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  breast  supplies. 

4  But  ah  !  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 

Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain  ; 
My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

5  0  may  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  ! 
But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

HYMN  269.     CM. 

Love  to    Christ. 

DO  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord, 
Behold  my  heart,  and  see ; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 
Dead  be  my  heart,  to  ev'ry  joy, 
Which  thou  dust  not  approve. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 


418  MORAL    LAW. 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  beat, 
My  Saviours  voice  to  hear ? 

4  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord, 
But  Oh  !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

HYMN  270.     7s. 

Loves t  thou   me  ? 

HARK,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word, 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound ; 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn  d  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care, 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bear  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  mv  throne  shall  be. 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

6  Lord  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 


LOVE    TO    MAN.  419 

Love   to  Man  the  substance  of  the  Second  Table. 
HYMN  271.     L.  M. 

Thou    shalt    love  thy   neighbor. 

THE  holy  law,  to  Israel  giv'n, 
Bespeaks  its  origin  from  lieav'n ; 
Design' d  all  nations  to  embrace, 
And  form'd  to  bless  the  human  race. 

2  Its  principles  on  all  impress'd, 
With  kind  affections  fill  the  breast ; 
And  whether  rule  or  conscience  sways, 
That  man  is  happy  who  obeys. 

3  Behold  the  Saviour,  there  unite 
Perfect  obedience  and  delight ; 

And  while  he  taught,  "  the  law  is  good," 
Maintain'd  his  honors  with  his  blood. 

4  He  liv'd,  he  taught,  he  died  to  prove 
The  sacred  principle  of  love  ; 

And  now  reigns  glorious,  to  bestow 
This  sacred  gift  on  men  below. 

5  0  may  our  Christian  conduct  shine 
With  some  fair  semblance,  Lord,  to  thine  ! 
And  for  thy  love,  let  ours  abound, 

And  spread  the  whole  creation  round. 

HYMN  272.     CM. 

Love  to  our  neighbor. 

FATHER  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace 
All-pow'rful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls, 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  0  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  other's  joy 
And  weep  for  others'  wo  ! 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 


420  MORAL   LAW. 

Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pain  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  man, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies ; 
And  'midst  the  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground, 
And  shed  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  for  ev'ry  wound. 

HYMN  273.     C.  M. 

Love  to  our  enemies  from  the  example  of  Christ. 

ALOUD  We  sing  the  wondrous  grace 
Christ  to  his  murd'rers  bare ; 
Which  made  the  tort'ring  cross  its  throne, 
And  hung  its  trophies  there. 

2  "Father,  forgive  !  "  his  mercy  cried, 

With  his  expiring  breath, 
And  drew  eternal  blessings  down 
On  those  who  wrought  his  death. 

3  Jesus,  this  wondrous  love  we  sing  ! 

And  whilst  we  sing,  admire  ; 
Breathe  on  our  souls,  and  kindle  there 
The  same  celestial  fire. 

4  Sway'd  by  thy  dear  example,  we 

For  enemies  will  pray ; 
With  love,  their  hatred — and  their  curse 
With  blessings — will  repay. 

HYMN  274.     C.  M. 

Love  and  char  iff/. 

LET  Pharisees  of  high  esteem 
Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
Ar-  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 


LOVE   TO   MAN.  421 

2  Love  suffers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  haste ; 

She  lets  the  present  injury  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  past, 

3  Malice  and  rage,  those  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue, 
Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Though  she  endure  the  wrong. 

4  She  nor  desires  nor  seeks  to  know 

The  scandals  of  the  time ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  those  below, 
Nor  envies  those  that  climb. 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 

To  seek  her  neighbor's  good ; 
•  So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r 

In  all  the  realms  above ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 
But  saints  forever  love. 

HYMN  275.     C.  M. 

Brotherly  love. 

HOW  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word ! 

2  0  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  Free  us  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  fix  above; 
May  each  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brothers'  love. 

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422  MORAL    LAW. 

4  Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  ev'ry  bosom  flow ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  ev'ry  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heav'n,  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

HYMN  276.     S.  M. 

Christian  love. 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  pray'rs ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one— 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love,  and  friendship,  reign, 
Through  all  eternity. 


WATCHFULNESS.  423 

XIX.    Watchfulness. 
HYMN  277.     S.  M. 

Waiting  for  the  coming  of  the  Lord. 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch,  'tis  your  Lord's  command ; 

And  while  we  speak  he's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  0  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crown'd. 

5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread 

With  his  own  bounteous  hand, 
And  raise  that  fav'rite  servant's  head, 
Amidst  th'  angelic  band. 

HYMN  278.     C.  M. 

Watchfulness    and  prayer. 

ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 
What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heav'n,  0  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complai' 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah  !  how  vain ; 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 


424  WATCHFULNESS. 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  mv  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  pow'rful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  0  keep  me  in  thy  heav'nly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  nee ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray. 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

HYMX  279.     S.M. 

Watchfulness. 

GIVE  me  a  sober  mind, 
A  quick  discerning  eye. 
The  first  approach  of  sin  to  find, 
And  all  occasions  fly. 

2  Still  may  I  cleave  to  thee, 

And  never  more  depart, 
But  watch  with  godly  jealousy. 
Over  my  evil  heart. 

3  Thus  may  I  pass  my  days 

Of  sojourning  beneath, 
And  languish  to  conclude  my  race, 
And  render  up  my  breath. 

4  In  humble  love  and  fear, 

Thine  image  to  regain. 
And  see  thee  in  the  clouds  appear, 
And  rise  with  thee  to  reign. 


CHRISTIAN    WARFARE.  425 

XX.    Christian  Warfare. 
HYMN  280.     L.  M. 

The   Christian  warfare. 

STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  What  though  the  prince  of  darkness  rage 

And  waste  the  fury  of  his  spite ; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps  and  endless  night. 

4  What  though  thine  inward  lusts  rebel, 

'Tis  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 

Shall  slay  thy  sins  and  end  the  strife. 

5  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 

6  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies, 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

HYMN  281.     C.  M. 

Holy  fortitude. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  foil'  wer  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

3G* 


426  CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 

•    2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ?    - 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
In  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign, 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

G  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  282.     C.  M. 

TJic    Christian    warrior. 

HARK  !  'tis  our  heav'nly  Leaders  voice, 
From  his  triumphant  seat ; 
Midst  all  the  war's  tumultous  noise, 
How  pow'rful  and  how  sweet ! 

2  "  Fight  on,  my  faithful  band,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  fear  the  mortal  blow  ; 
Who  first  in  such  a  warfare  dies, 
Shall  speediest  vict'ry  know. 

3  "  I  have  my  days  of  combat  known, 

And  in  the  dust  was  laid ; 
But  thence  I  mounted  to  my  throne, 
And  glory  crowns  my  head. 


CHRISTIAN   WARFARE.  427 

"  That  throne,  that  glory,  you  shall  share ; 

My  hands  the  crown  shall  give ; 
And  you  the  sparkling  honors  wear, 

While  God  himself  shall  live." 

Lord,  'tis  enough ;  our  souls  are  fir'd 

With  courage  and  with  love ; 
Vain  are  th'  assaults  of  earth  and  hell, 

Our  hopes  are  fix'd  above. 

HYMN  283.     L.  M. 

Warfare. 

AWAKE,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes, 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise ; 
In  long  array,  a  num'rous  host, 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 

See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage ; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  that  train, 
Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground, 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  ev'ry  part, 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

Clad  in  the  armor  from  above, 
Of  heav'nly  truth,  and  heav'nly  love  ; 
Come  now,  my  soul,  the  charm  repel, 
And  pow'rs  of  earth,  and  pow'rs  of  hell. 

HYMN  284.     S.  M. 

Watch  and  pray. 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 


0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 


428  TIME. 

Renew  it  boldly  ev'ry  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

SI l all  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


XXI.    Time. 
HYMN  285.     L.  M. 

Importance  of  time. 

OTIME,  how  few  thy  value  weigh, 
How  few  will  estimate  a  day ! 
Days,  months,  and  years  are  rolling  on, 
The  soul  neglected — and  undone. 

In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys ; 
While  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 

Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 
Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  design'd 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind? 

For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
He  fashion'd  all  the  sons  of  time ; 
Then  let  us  ev'ry  day  give  heed, 
To  God  ourselves,  and  time  to  yield. 

HYMN  286.    CM. 

Time  is  short. 

THE  time  is  short !  the  season  near, 
When  death  will  us  remove  ; 


TIME.  429 

To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 

The  time  is  short !  sinners  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 

While  it  is  call'd  to-day. 

The  time  is  short !  ye  rebels,  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 

And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

The  time  is  short !  ye  saints  rejoice, 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come ; 
Soon  shall  ye  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 

To  call  you  to  your  home. 

The  time  is  short !  it  swiftly  flies, 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand ; 
When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 

And  reach  the  wish'd  for  land. 

The  time  is  short !  the  moment  near, 

When  we  shall  dwell  above, 
And  be  for  ever  happy  there, 

With  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 

HYMN  287.     L.M. 

The  ivisdom  of  redeeming  time. 

GOD  of  eternity,  from  thee 
Did  infant  time  his  being  draw  ; 
Moments,  and  days,  and  months,  and  years, 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 

Silent  and  slow  they  glide  away ; 

Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows ; 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea — 

The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it  rose. 

With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men, 
Before  the  rapid  streams  are  borne 


430  DEATH. 

On  to  that  everlasting  home, 

Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 

4  Yet,  while  the  shore  on  either  side 

Presents  a  gaudy,  flatt'ring  show, 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 

5  Great  source  of  wisdom !  teach  my  heart 

To  know  the  price  of  ev'ry  hour, 
That  time  may  bear  me  on  to  joys 
Beyond  its  measure,  and  its  pow'r. 


XXII.    Death. 
HYMN  288.     C.  M. 

Frail  life,  and  succeeding  eternity. 

THEE  we  adore,  eternal  name  ! 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  months  and  days  increase  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulse  we  tell, 

Leaves  the  small  number  less. 

The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  at  first  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 

To  hurry  mortals  home. 

Great  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 

Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 


DEATH.  431 

Infinite  joy  or  endless  wo 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ! 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 

Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN  289.     C.  M. 

Man  is  of  few  days,  and  full  of  trouble. 

FEW  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo, 
0  man,  of  woman  born  ! 
Thy  doom  is  written,  "  Dust  thou  art, 
"  To  dust  thou  shalt  return." 

Behold  the  emblem  of  thy  state 

In  flow'rs  that  bloom  and  die, 
Or  in  the  shadow's  fleeting  form 

That  mocks  the  gazer's  eye. 

Determin'd  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head ; 
The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing 

That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

Great  God  !  afflict  not  in  thy  wrath 

The  short  allotted  span, 
That  bounds  the  few  and  weary  days 

Of  pilgrimage  to  man. 

HYMN  290.     C.  M. 

Funeral  hymn — a  voice  from  the  tombs. 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
My  ears  attend  the  cry : 
"  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

"  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
"  In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 


432  DEATH. 

"  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
"  Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

HYMN  291.     C.  M. 

Funeral  consolations. 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav  n  declares 
To  those  in  Christ  who  die  ! 
"  Releas'd  from  all  their  earthly  cares, 
They  reign  with  him  on  high." 

2  Then  why  lament  departed  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
Death's  but  the  servant  Jesus  sends 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

3  If  sin  be  pardon'd,  we're  secure, 

Death  hath  no  sting  beside  ; 
The  law  gave  sin  its  strength  and  pow'r, 
But  Christ,  our  ransom,  died  ! 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless'd, 

When  in  the  grave  he  lay ; 
And  rising  thence,  their  hopes  he  rais'd 
To  everlasting  day. 

5  Then  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 

To  Christ  our  life,  we'll  sing ; 
"  Where  is  thy  victory,  0  grave  : 
"  And  where,  0  death,  thy  sting  !" 


DEATH.  433 

HYMN  292.     L.  M. 

Christ1  s presence  makes  death  easy. 

WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ; 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  0 !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

HYMN  293.     CM. 

Death  of  a    believer. 

IN  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saints, 
When  yielding  up  their  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  their  fetters  breaks ; 

We  scarce  can  say  "  they're  gone  !  " 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 

To  trace  her  in  the  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  that  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much  (and  this  is  all)  we  know, 

They  are  completely  blest ; 

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434  DEATH. 

Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

HYMN  294.     8s  &  7s. 

Death  of  a  saint. 

HAPPY  soul  thy  days  are  ended, 
All  thy  mourning  days  below  ; 
Go,  by  angel  bands  attended, 
To  thy  blessed  Jesus,  go. 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above ; 
Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast ; 
To  his  glorious  sweet  salvation, 
To  his  everlasting  rest. 

4  For  the  joys  he  sets  before  thee. 

Bear  a  momentary  pain ; 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory, 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

HYMN  295.     C.  M. 

A    saint  prepared    to    die. 

DEATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 
And  bear  my  spirit  home ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav  nly  wreapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord  ; 
Finish'd  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  sure  reward. 

3  God  hath  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade ; 
The  righteous  Judge  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 


DEATH,  435 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  see 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jesus  the  Lord  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  ev'ry  ill  design  ; 
And  to  his  heav  nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain ; 
To  him  be  highest  glory  paid. 
And  endless  praise,  Amen. 

HYMN  296.   C.  M. 

Dying  in  the  embraces  of  God. 

DEATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid, 
If  God  be  with  us  there ; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  mv  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid, 
And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promis'd  land, 
My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clasp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father  s  arms 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  amid  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 


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HYMN  297.     CM. 

Blessed  are  the  dead   that  die  in  the  Lord. 

EAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 


436  DEATH. 

Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus  and  are  bless'd ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufF rings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN  298.     L.M. 

Saints  rest  in   their  graves. 

THE  grave  is  now  a  favor' d  spot. 
To  saints  who  sleep,  in  Jesus  bless'd 
For  there  the  wicked  trouble  not, 
And  there  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2  At  rest  in  Jesus'  faithful  arms  ; 

At  rest  as  in  a  peaceful  bed  ; 
Secure  from  all  the  dreadful  storms, 

Which  round  this  sinful  world  are  spread. 

3  Thrice  happy  souls  who' re  gone  before 

To  that  inheritance  divine  ! 
They  labor,  sorrow,  sigh  no  more. 
But  bright  in  endless  glory  shine. 

4  Then  let  our  mournful  tears  be  dry 

Or  in  a  gentle  measure  flow  ; 
We  hail  them  happy  in  the  sky. 
And  joyful  wait  our  call  to  go. 

HYMN  299.     C.  M.     . 

Death  dreadful)  or  delightful. 

DEATH!  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
To  those  that  have  no  God  ; 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forc'd  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 


DEATH.  437 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  she  lifts  her  eyes, 

Bat  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downwards  from  the  skies 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  ; 
You  must  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  forever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  sov'reign  love, 

That  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come,  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 

HYMN  300.     C.  M. 

Funeral  hymn — death. 

STOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  us'd  to  rise, 
Converse  awhMe  with  death ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  lips  hang  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few, 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But,  0  the  soul  that  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  trace  its  wondrous  way. 

37* 


438  DEATH. 

4  Up  to  the  court  where  angels  dwell. 

It  mounts  triumphant  there; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair. 

5  And  must  my  hody  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
0 !  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above. 

6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
My  flesh  shall  wait  for  thy  command, 
And  drop  into  my  dust. 

HYMN  301.     C.  M. 

Death  of  a  young  child. 

ALAS  !  how  chang'd  that  lovely  flow'r 
Which  bloom' d  and  cheer'd  my  heart  ! 
Fair,  fleeting  comfort  of  an  hour, 
How  soon  we're  call'd  to  part. 

2  And  shall  my  bleeding  heart  arraign  • 

That  God,  whose  ways  are  love  ? 
Or  vainly  cherish  anxious  pain 
For  Mr  who  rests  above  ? 

3  No  ! — let  me  rather  humbly  pay 

Obedience  to  his  will ; 
And  with  my  inmost  spirit  say 
"  The  Lord  is  righteous  still." 

4  From  adverse  blasts,  and  low'ring  storms. 

Her  favor'd  soul  he  bore ; 
And  with  yon  bright  angelic  forms, 
She  lives  to  die  no  more. 

5  Why  should  I  vex  ray  heart,  or  fast  ? 

No  more  shell  visit  me ; 
My  soul  will  mount  to  her  at  last. 
And  there  mv  child  I'll  see. 


DEATH.  439 

6  Prepare  me,  blessed  Lord,  to  share 
The  bliss  thy  people  prove ; 
Who  round  thy  glorious  throne  appear, 
And  dwell  in  perfect  love. 

HYMN  302.     C.  M. 

Submission  under  bereaving  Providences. 

PEACE  !  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 
That  blasts  our  joys  in  death  ; 
^Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear, 
And  gathers  back  the  breath. 

2  'Tis  he,  the  Potentate  supreme 

Of  all  the  worlds  above, 
Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule, 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 

3  'Tis  he  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrifice ; 
Yet  scatters  with  unwearied  hand 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  cov'nant  God  and  Father  he, 

In  Christ  our  bleeding  Lord, 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart 
With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Silent  we  own  Jehovah's  name, 

We  kiss  the  scourging  hand, 
And  yield  our  comforts  and  our  life 
To  thy  supreme  command. 

HYMN  303.     C.  M. 

Death    of  a  young  person. 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Oar  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
0  may  this  truth,  impress'd 


440  DEATH. 

With  awful  pow'r — "  I  too  must  die  !  " 
Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more ! 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain,  * 

Which  calls  to  "  watch  and  pray." 

5  0  let  us  fly — to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  pow'rful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God  !  thy  sov'reign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  pow'r ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 

HYMN  304.     L.M. 

Support  in  God  under  the  loss  of  dear  friend*. 

THE  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around, 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious  murm'ring  thought 

Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th'  almighty  ever-living  friend. 

3  Beneath  a  num'rous  train  of  ills, 

Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  ev'ry  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide, 

Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one  ; 


RESURRECTION.  441 

On  thee  we  cast  our  ev'ry  care, 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone. 

5  Our  Father  God,  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  rock,  our  portion,  and  our  friend ; 
And  on  thy  cov'nant-love  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

HYMN  305.     L.  M. 

Saints  sleep  in  Jesus. 

UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  their  native  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invade  thy  bounds ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  slumb'rer  here, 
For  angels  watch  his  sweet  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  through  the  grave  and  blest  the  bed  ; 
Kest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  0  glorious  day  !  illustrious  morn  ! 

Attend,  0  earth  !  his  sov' reign  word, 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form, 
Cloth'd  in  the  raiment  of  his  God. 


XXIII.    Resurrectio  n. 
HYMN  306.     CM. 

Resurrection. 

THE  winter  past,  reviving  flow'rs 
Anew  shall  paint  the  plain ; 
The  woods  shall  hear  the  voice  of  spring, 
And  flourish  green  again. 

Shall  man  depart  this  earthly  scene, 
Ah  !  never  to  return  ? 


442  RESURRECTION. 

No  second  spring  of  life  revive 
The  ashes  of  the  urn? 

3  "Shall  life  revisit  dying  worms, 

And  spread  the  insect's  wing? 
And  0! — shall  man  awake  no  more, 
The  Saviour's  name  to  sing? 

4  "  Cease — all  ye  vain  desponding  fears  ; 

When  Christ  from  darkness  sprang, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 
And  heav'n  with  praises  rang. 

5  "The  trump  shall  sound — the  gates  of  death 

Shall  make  his  children  way ; 
From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumb'rers  spring, 
And  shine  in  endless  day." 

HYMN  307.     S.  M. 

Triumph  over  death  in  hope  of  the  resurrection. 

AND  must  this  body  die? 
This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould' ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  nrv  dust. 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array' d  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 


RESURRECTION.  443 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below 
And  sing  his  pow'r  above. 

Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sounds  we  raise 

With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN  308.     L.M. 

A  happy  resurrection. 

NO,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
But  with  a  cheerful  gasp  resign 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave, 
These  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 

Let  worms  devour  my  wasting  flesh, 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  dust ; 

My  God  shall  raise  my  frame  anew 
At  the  revival  of  the  just. 

Break,  sacred  morning,  through  the  skies, 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day ; 

Cut  short  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come, 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  stay. 

Our  weary  spirits  faint  to  see 

The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
And  hear  the  language  of  those  lips, 

Where  God  hath  shed  his  richest  grace. 

Haste  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 

Rouse  all  the  pious  sleeping  clay, 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 

And  sing  the  triumphs  of  the  day. 

HYMN  309.     C.  M. 

A  prospect  of  resurrection. 

HOW  long  shall  death,  the  tyrant,  reign 
And  triumph  o'er  the  just; 
While  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  slain, 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dust? 


444  JUDGMENT 

2  Faith  sees  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around ; 
The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room, 
The  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 

3  Faith  hears  the  voice,  "  Ye  dead  arise  ! " 

And  lo  !  the  graves  (*bey ; 
And  waking  saints  with  joyful  eyes 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

4  They  leave  the  dust,  and  on  the  wing 

Rise  to  the  midway  air ; 
In  shining  garments  meet  their  King, 
And  low  adore  him  there. 

5  0  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 

Among  them  cloth'd  in  white ; 
The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

6  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rise, 

When  our  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  through  the  skies 
On  love's  triumphant  wing. 


XXIV.    Judgment. 
HYMN  310.     8s,  7s,  &  4. 

Day  of  judgment. 

DAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders! 
Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round ! 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine ; 


JUDGMENT.  445 

"  Gracious  Saviour, 

"  Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  !" 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  pow'rs  of  nature,  shaken 

By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 
Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 

"  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart ! 
"  Thou  with  Satan 
"  And  his  angels,  hast  thy  part !" 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed, 

"  See  the  kingdom  I  bestow ; 
"  You  forever 
"  Shall  "my  love  and  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrow  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise ! 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 

Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise ; 
May  we  triumph 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze. 

HYMN  311.     L.M. 

Sinners  and  saints  in  the  wreck  of  nature. 

HOW  great,  how  terrible  that  God 
Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod ! 
He  frowns — and  earth's  foundations  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break. 

2  See  now,  the  glorious,  dreadful  day, 
That  takes  th'  enormous  load  away  ! 

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446  JUDGMENT. 

See  ocean,  earth,  all  nature's  frame, 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame. 

3  Where  now,  0  where  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck  ? 
Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown  ? 
See  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down ! 

4  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry ; 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie  ; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
Forever — 0,  forever,  lost ! 

5  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
Your  eyes  shall  view  the  dreadful  scene ; 
Your  Saviour  lives,  tho'  worlds  expire, 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

6  Jesus,  the  helpless  sinner's  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole. 

HYMN  312.     L.  M 

The  second  appearance  of  Christ. 

MY  waken'd  soul,  extend  thy  wings 
Beyond  the  verge  of  mortal  things  ; 
See  this  vain  world  in  smoke  decay 
And  rocks  and  mountains  melt  away. 

2  Behold  the  fiery  deluge  roll 

Thro'  heav'ns  wide  arch,  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Pale  sun,  no  more  thy  lustre  boast : — 
Tremble,  and  fall,  ye  starry  host. 

3  This  wreck  of  nature  all  around — 
The  angels'  shout,  the  trumpet's  sound, 
Loud  the  descending  Judge  proclaim, 
And  echo  his  tremendous  name. 

4  Children  of  Adam,  all  appear 
With  rev'rence  round  his  awful  bar ; 


JUDGMENT.  447 

For,  as  his  lips  pronounce,  ye  go 
To  endless  bliss,  or  endless  wo  ! 

5  Lord,  to  my  eyes  this  scene  display 
Frequent  through  each  returning  day  ; 
And  let  thy  grace  my  soul  prepare 
To  meet  its  full  redemption  there  ! 

HYMN  313.     L.  M. 

The  books  opened. 

METHINKS  the  last  great  day  is  come 
Methinks  I  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  ev'ry  tomb, 
And  wakes  the  pris'ners  under  ground. 

2  The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 

Aw'd  by  the  Judge's  high  command  ; 

Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust 

And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand. 

3  Behold  the  awful  books  display'd, 

Big  with  th'  important  fates  of  men ; 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made, 
As  wrote  by  Heaven's  unerring  pen. 

4  To  ev'ry  soul  the  books  assign 

The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward  : 
Sinners  in  vain  lament  or  pine  ; 

No  pleas  the  judge  will  here  regard. 

5  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 

May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve ; 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enroll'd, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  314.     7s. 

Depart — I  know  you  not. 

SEEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 
Enter  e'er  it  be  too  late  ; 
Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  pray'r. 


448  JUDGMENT. 

2  God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise, 
And  forever  bar  the  skies  ; 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 

3  Mournfully  will  they  exclaim, 

"  Lord,  we  have  profess'd  thy  name  ; 
"  We  have  ate  with  thee,  and  heard 
"  Heav'nly  teaching  in  thy  word." 

4  Vain,  alas  !  will  be  their  plea, 
"Workers  of  iniquity ; 

Sad  their  everlasting  lot — 

Christ  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 

HYMN  315.     8s,  7s  &  4s. 

Judgment. 

LO !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train : 
Hallelujah! 

Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those,  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 

Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 

Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day ; 
Come  to  judgment ! 

Come  to  judgment !  come  away ! 

4  Now  redemption  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear ! 


ETERNITY.  449 

All  his  saints  by  men  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air ! 
Hallelujah  ! 

See  the  day  of  God  appear  ! 

Answer  thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit ; 

Hasten,  Lord,  and  quickly  come  ! 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'  inherit, 

Take  thy  weeping  exiles  home  : 
All  creation 

Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come ! 

Yea  !  Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  exalted  throne ! 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 

Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thine  own  ! 
0,  come  quickly, 

Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come  ! 


XXV.     Eternity. 
HYMN  316.     L.  M. 

Eternity. 

ETERNITY  !  stupendous  theme! 
Compar'd  herewith  our  life's  a  dream  : 
Eternity  !  0  awful  sound, 
A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  clrown'd ! 

Eternity  !  the  dread  abode 
And  habitation  of  our  God  ; 
His  glory  fills  the  vast  expanse, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  mortal  sense. 

But  an  eternity  there  is 
Of  dreadful  wo,  or  joyful  bliss : 
And,  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind 


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450  ETERNITY. 

They're  gone ;  but  where  ?  ah  !  pause  and  see, 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

5  Sinner,  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell ; 

And  is  death  nothing,  then,  to  thee  ; 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 

6  Ye  gracious  souls,  with  joy  look  up ; 
In  Christ  rejoice,  your  glorious  hope  : 
This  everlasting  bliss  secures  ; 

God  and  eternity  are  yours. 

Heaven. 

HYMN  317.     L.M. 

Who  are  they  ? 

EXALTED  high  at  God's  right  hand, 
Nearer  the  throne  than  cherubs  stand. 
With  glory  crown'd,  in  white  array, 
My  wond'ring  soul  says, '"Who  are  they?" 

2  These  are  the  saints  belov'd  of  God  ; 
Wash'd  are  their  robes  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
More  spotless  than  the  purest  white, 
They  shine  in  uncreated  light. 

3  Brighter  than  angels,  lo  !  they  shine  ; 
Their  glories  great,  and  all  divine ; 
Tell  me  their  origin,  and  say 

Their  order  what — and  whence  came  they  ? 

4  Thro'  tribulation  great,  they  came  ; 

They  bore  the  cross,  and  scorn'd  the  shame ; 

Within  the  living  temj^le  blest, 

In  God  they  dwell,  and  on  him  rest. 

5  Hunger  they  ne'er  shall  feel  again, 
Nor  burning  thirst  shall  they  sustain ; 
To  wells  of  living  water  led ! 

By  God  the  Lamb,  forever  fed  ! 


ETERNITY.  451 

6  Unknown  to  mortal  ears  they  sing 
The  sacred  glories  of  their  King ; — 
Tell  me  the  subject  of  their  lays, 
And  whence  their  loud  exalted  praise. 

7  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  is  their  theme ; 
They  sing  the  wonders  of  his  name ; 
To  him  ascribing  pow'r  and  grace, 
Dominion  and  eternal  praise. 

8  Amen,  they  cry,  to  him  alone, 

Who  dares  to  fill  his  Father's  throne ; 
They  give  him  glory,  and  again 
Repeat  his  praise  and  say,  Amen. 


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HYMN  318.     C.  M. 

Heaven. 

AR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 
Unbounded  glories  rise ; 


And  realms  of  infinite  delight 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

0,  could  we  with  our  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  joys  explore  ; 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 
And  grief  no  more  complains ! 

Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

There  rich  varieties  of  joy 
Continual  feast  the  mind  ; 

Pleasures  which  fill,  but  never  cloy, 
Immortal  and  refin'd. 

No  factious  strife,  no  envy  there 
The  sons  of  peace  molest ; 

But  harmony  and  love  sincere, 
Fill  ev'ry  happy  breast. 


452  ETERNITY. 

6  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair  ! 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  wo, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

7  The  glorious  monarch  there  displays 

His  beams  of  wondrous  grace ; 
His  happy  subjects  sing  his  praise, 
And  bow  before  his  face. 

8  0,  may  we  rise,  by  grace  divine, 

To  those  bright  courts  on  high ; 
Then  shall  our  happy  spirits  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

HYMN  319.     C.  M. 

Hope  of  heaven. 

WHAT  have  I  in  this  barren  land  ? 
My  Jesus  is  not  here ; 
Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  blest,  until 
My  Jesus  doth  appear. 

2  My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heav'n, 

To  fix  a  place  for  me ; 
For  'tis  his  will,  that  where  he  is, 
His  followers  shall  be. 

3  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top  ; 

Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste ; 
My  Lord,  who  sends  them  to  me  here, 
Will  send  for  me  at  last. 

4  I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not ; 

Why  should  I  be  perplex'd  ? 
My  God,  who  owns  me  in  this  world, 
Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

5  My  dearest  friends,  they  dwell  above, 

Them  will  I  go  to  see ; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 


ETERNITY.  453 

HYMN  320.     L.M. 

The  worship  of  heaven. 

OFOR  a  sweet  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns  ! 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 
And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heav'n,  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph,  spread 
Through  all  th'  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles,  and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture  while  they  gaze ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heav'nly  choir; 
O  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 

Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire ! 

6  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  Spirit  seal 

Our  in t' rest  in  that  blissful  place, 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

HYMN  321.     C.  M. 

The  heavenly  Canaan. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-with'ring  flow'rs ; 


454  ETERNITY. 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  the  narrow  sea ; 

And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  0  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
.     And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  : 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er. 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

HYMN  322.     7s. 

Heaven. 

HIGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
Dwell  the  raptur'd  saints  above ; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 
Happy  in  Immanuel's  love. 

2  Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
Tort' ring  pain  and  heavy  wo. 

3  Oft  the  big  unbidden  tear. 

Stealing  down  the  furrow'd  cheek, 
Told  in  eloquence  sincere, 

Tales  of  wo  they  could  not  speak. 

4  But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 


ETERNITY.  455 

They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 
Never,  never  weep  again  ! 

5  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark — their  songs  melodious  rise 
Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 

6  Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  tied, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find, 
Lull'd  to  rest  the  aching  head, 
Sooth'd  the  anguish  of  the  mind ! 

7  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturb'cl  repose — • 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 
There  no  angry  tempest  blows  ! 

8  Ev'ry  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast ; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day — 
Sorrow — in  eternal  rest. 

Hell. 

HYMN  323.     L.  M. 

Hell;  or;  the  vengeance  of  God. 

WITH  holy  fear  and  humble  song, 
The  dreadful  God  our  souls  adore ; 
Kev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
That  speaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  Far  in  the  deep  where  darkness  dwells, 

The  land  of  horror  and  despair, 
Justice  hath  built  a  dismal  hell, 

And  laid  her  stores  of  vengeance  there. 

3  There  Satan,  the  first  sinner,  lies 

And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands ; 
In  vain  the  rebel  strives  to  rise, 

Crush'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands. 


456  ETERNITY. 

4  There  guilty  ghosts  of  Adam's  race 

Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod ; 
Once  they  could  scorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

5  Tremble,  my  soul,  and  kiss  the  Son  ; 

Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call, 
Else  your  damnation  hastens  on, 

And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

HYMN  324.     C.  M. 

Hell. 

FAR  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 
Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 
Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play — 
The  worm  shall  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God — his  angry  breath 

Supplies  and  fans  the  fire ; 
There  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would — but  can't  expire. 

3  Conscience,  the  never-dying  worm, 

With  torture  gnaws  the  heart ; 
And  wo,  and  wrath,  in  ev'ry  form, 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part. 

4  Sad  world  indeed!  ah,  who  can  bear 

Forever  there  to  dwell — 
Forever  sinking  in  despair 
In  all  the  pains  of  hell ! 


XXVI.    Times  and  Seasons, 

Missions. 

HYMN  325.    L.  M. 

For  missionary  associations. 

BEHOLD  th'  expected  time  draw  near, 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear ; 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 
The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom. 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  457 

2  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know, 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; 

The  exil'd  captive,  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

3  Come,  let  us  with  a  grateful  heart 
In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  pray'rs  and  off' rings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

4  Invite  the  world  to  come  and  prove 
A  Saviour's  condescending  love  ; 
And  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
Assur'd  they  shall  acceptance  meet. 

HYMN  326.     C.  P.  M. 

For  missions  to  the  new  settlements  in  the    United   States. 

WHEN,  Lord,  to  this  our  western  land, 
Led  by  thy  providential  hand, 
Our  wand'ring  fathers  came  ; 
Their  ancient  homes,  their  friends  in  youth, 
Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  thy  truth, 
To  keep  them  in  thy  name. 

2  Then  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost, 

Thy  temples  there  arose ; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
Were  hallow'd  by  thy  rites,  by  pray'r, 

And  blossom'd  as  the  rose. 

3  And  0  !  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet 

Within  oiir  spreading  land  ! 
There  brethren,  from  our  common  home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam, 

Still  guijded  by  thy  hand. 

i  Saviour  !  we  own  this  debt  of  love ; 
0  shed  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  move  each  Christian  breast ; 

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458  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

Till  heralds  shall  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  thy  name, 
Through  all  our  desert  west. 

HYMN  327.     7s,  6s. 

For   missionary  associations. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !  0  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 


G 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  459 

Till  o'er  our  ransoni'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Ordination. 

HYMN  328.  L.  M. 

The  commission. 

0  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 


"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  ; 
He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  nry  word, 
He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

"  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 

By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

"-Go  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead, 

Go  cast  out  devils  in  my  name ; 
Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blaspheme. 

"  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 

All  pow'r  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  can  defend." 

He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head, 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode ; 

They  to  the  farthest  nation  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  329.     L.  M. 

At  the  ordlnat'on  of  a  minister. 

SHEPHERD  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep 
With  constant  care  thy  humble  sheep ; 
By  thee,  inferior  pastors  rise 
To  feed  our  souls,  and  bless  our  eyes. 


460  TIMES    AND    SEASONS. 

2  To  all  thy  churches  such  impart, 
Resembling  thy  own  gracious  heart. 
Whose  courage,  watchfulness,  and  love, 
Men  may  attest,  and  God  approve. 

3  Fed  by  their  active,  tender  care. 
Healthful  may  all  thy  sheep  appear; 
And  by  their  fair  example  led, 

The  way  to  Zion's  pastures  tread ! 

4  Here  hast  thou  listen'd  to  our  vows. 
And  scatter'd  blessings  on  tlry  house ; 
Thy  saints  are  succor'd,  and  no  more 
As  sheep  without  a  guide  deplore. 

5  Completely  heal  each  former  stroke, 
And  bless  the  shepherd,  and  the  flock  ; 
Confirm  the  hopes  thy  mercies  raise, 
And  own  this  tribute  of  our  praise. 

Confirmation, 

HYMN  330.     C.  M. 

Confirmation. 

WITNESS,  ye  men  and  angels,  now. 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow. 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break : 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Lord,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways, 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  pray'rs, 
Turn  thou  our  pray'rs  to  praise. 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  461 

HYMN  331.      L.  M. 

Confirmation. 

0  HAPPY  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  thy  goodness  all  abroad. 

0  happy  bond!  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love ; 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  his  sacred  throne  I  move. 

'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done, 
Deign,  gracious  Lord,  to  make  me  thine, 

Help  me,  through  grace,  to  follow  on, 
Glad  to  confess  thy  voice  divine. 

Here  rest,  my  oft-divided  heart, 

Fix'd  on  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  rest ; 

Who  with  the  world  would  grieve  to  part 
When  call'd  on  angels'  food  to  feast? 

High  heav'n,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

HYMN    332.     L.  M. 

On  the  first  approach  at  (he  Lord's  table. 

LORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchas'd  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine; 
With  full  consent,  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

Here,  Lord,  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 

1  yield  to  thee,  beyond  recall ; 
Accept  thine  own  so  long  withheld, 
Accept  what  I  so  freely  yield ! 

Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace ; 

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4(\2  TIMES    AND    SEASONS. 

A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

4  Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die, 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

5  Be  thou  the  witness  of  my  vow, 
Angels  and  men,  attest  it  too, 
That  to  thy  board  I  now  repair, 
And  seal  my  sacred  contract  there. 

G  Here,  at  that  cross,  where  flows  the  blood, 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  my  new  master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

7   Do  thou  assist  a  feeble  worm, 
The  great  engagement  to  perform; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

Laying  the  Corner-Stone  of  a  Church. 
HYMN  333.     L.  M. 

On  laying  the  foundation-stone. 

WITH  humble  faith  and  fervent  zeal, 
We  would  address  thy  throne,  0  God  ; 
0  may  our  breathings  reach  thine  hill, 
The  city  of  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Oft  hast  thou,  Lord,  been  pleas'd  to  bow 

Thine  ear,  and  listen  to  our  cry ; 
Encourag'd  thus,  we  now  presume, 
0  let  us  feel  thy  presence  nigh. 

3  We  come  not,  Lord,  to  plead  for  wealth, 

Nor  ask  this  world's  vain  empty  fame ; 
But  this  we  ask,  (deny  it  not), 

"  To  build  a  house  to  thy  great  name." 


TIMES    AXD    SEASONS.  4G3 

We  trust  thy  pow'r,  and  not  our  own, 

The  superstructure  here  to  raise ; 
May  love  divine,  our  efforts  crown, 

And  thy  blest  name  have  all  the  praise. 

And  while  we're  privileged  to  rear 

A  place  in  which  t'  approach  thy  throne, 

0  may  we  know  our  souls  are  built 
On  Christ  the  true  foundation-stone. 

Dedication  of  a  Church. 

HYMN  334.     H.  M. 

Opening  a  place  of  worship. 

IN  sweet  exalted  strains 
The  King  of  glory  praise  ; 
O'er  heav'n  and  earth  he  reigns, 

Through  everlasting  days : 
He,  with  a  nod,  the  world  controls, 
Sustains  or  sinks  the  distant  poles. 

2  To  earth  he  bends  his  throne, 

His  throne  of  grace  divine ; 
Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 

And  wide  his  glories  shine  ; 
Fair  Salem,  still  his  chosen  rest, 
Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest. 

3  Great  King  of  gloiy,  come, 

And  with  thy  favor,  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome, 

This  people  as  thy  own  : 
Beneath  this  roof,  0  deign  to  show. 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

4  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 

Our  interceding  cries, 
And  grateful  praise  ascend 

All  fragrant  to  the  skies  : 
Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around  ! 


464  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

5  Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love  ; 
And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above  : 
And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board, 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 

6  Here  ma}^  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise  ; 
And  shine  like  polish'd  stones 

Through  long  succeeding  days  : 
Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  pow'r, 
While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore. 

HYMN  335.     C.  M. 

On  opening  a  place.of  worship. 

GREAT  Sov'reign  of  the  earth  and  sky, 
And  Lord  of  all  below  ; 
Before  thy  gracious  rnajest}^, 
Ten  thousand  seraphs  bow. 

2  Yet  thou  art  not  confin'd  above, 

Thy  presence  knows  no  bound ; 
Where'er  thy  praying  people  meet, 
There  thou  art  always  found. 

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3  Behold,  a  temple  rais'd  for  thee — 

0  meet  thy  people  here  ; 
Here,  0  thou  King  of  saints,  reside, 
And  in  thy  church  appear. 

4  Within  those  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

5  Here,  my  salvation  be  proclaimed, 

By  thy  most  precious  blood ; 
And  sinners  know  the  joyful  sound, 
And  own  the  Saviour,  God. 


TIMES    AND     SEASONS.  465 

6  Here,  may  a  num'rous  crowd  arise, 
To  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
Here  may  their  songs  salute  the  skies, 
To  ages  yet  unborn. 

Charity. 

HYMN  336.     L.  M. 

Charity. 

THE  gold  and  silver  are  the  Lord's, 
And  ev'ry  blessing  earth  affords ; 
All  come  from  his  propitious  hand, 
And  must  return  at  his  command. 

2  The  blessings  which  I  now  enjoy, 

I  must  for  Christ  and  souls  employ ; 
For  if  I  use  them  as  my  own, 
My  Lord  will  soon  call  in  his  loan. 

3  When  I  to  him  in  want  apply, 
He  never  does  my  suit  deny ; 
And  shall  I  then  refuse  to  give, 
Since  I  so  much  from  him  receive ! 

4  Shall  Jesus  leave  the  realms  of  day, 
And  clothe  himself  in  humble  clay  ? 
Shall  he  become  despis'd  and  poor, 
To  make  me  rich  for  evermore  ? 

5  And  shall  I  wickedly  withhold, 
To  give  my  silver  or  my  gold  ? 
To  aid  a  cause  my  soul  approves, 
And  save  the  sinners  Jesus  loves  ? 

6  Expand  my  heart,  incline  me,  Lord, 
To  give  the  whole  I  can  afford ; 
That  what  thy  bounty  render'd  mine, 
I  may  with  cheerful  hands  resign. 

HYMN  337.     L.  M. 

Charity. 

OWHAT  stupendous  mercy  shines 
Around  the  Majesty  of  heav'n  ! 


46G  TIMES    AND     SEASONS. 

Rebels  he  deigns  to  call  his  sons, 

Their  souls  renew'd,  their  sins  forgiv'n. 

2  Go.  imitate  the  grace  divine, 

The  grace  that  blazes  like  a  sun ; 
Hold  forth  your  fair,  though  feeble  light, 
Through  all  your  lives  let  mercy  run. 

3  Upon  your  bounty's  willing  wings 

Swift  let  the  great  salvation  fly ; 

The  hungry  feed,  the  naked  clothe, 

To  pain  and  sickness  help  apply. 

4  Pity  the  weeping  widow's  wo. 

And  be  her  counsellor  and  stay ; 
Adopt  the  fatherless,  and  smoothe 
To  useful  happy  life,  his  way. 

5  Let  age  with  want  and  weakness  bow'd, 

Your  bowels  of  compassion  move ; 
Let  e'en  your  enemies  be  bless'd, 
Their  hatred  recompens'd  with  love. 

6  When  all  is  done,  renounce  your  deeds, 

Renounce  self-righteousness  with  scorn ; 
Thus  will  you  glorify  your  God ; 

And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 

HYMN  338.     L.  M. 

Charity. 

WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay. 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day 
But  miracles  of  pow'r  and  grace. 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  breathe,  but  never  lives. 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  g'ives ; 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  467 

Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 

4  But  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day, 
In  gen'rous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

HYMN  339.     C.  M. 

Charity. 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 
Feels  all  another's  pain ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Is  never  rais'd  in  vain  : 

2  Whose  breast  responds  with  gen'rous  warmth 

A  stranger's  wo  to  feel ; 
Who  weeps  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  pow'r  to  heal. 

3  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow ; 
He  views  through  mercv's  melting  eve, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

4  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown, 

And  mercy  from  above, 
Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil 
The  Christian  law  of  love. 

HYMN  340.     C.  M. 

Char  iff/. 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  heart  expands 
At  melting  pity's  call, 
And  the  rich  blessings  of  whose  hand 
Like  heav'nly  manna  fall. 

2  Mercy  descending  from  above, 
In  softest  accents  pleads ; 
0  may  each  tender  bosom  move 
When  mercy  intercedes ! 


468  TIMES    AND    SEASONS. 

3  Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way, 

To  guide  untutor'd  youth  ; 
And  lead  the  mind  that  went  astray, 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 

4  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

5  Delightful  work,  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

6  Almighty  God,  thy  influence  shed 

To  aid  this  good  design  ; 
The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  thy  glory  shine. 

HYMN  341.     C.  P.M. 

Charity. 

T^f  OW  let  our  hearts  conspire  to  raise 
-L^i    A  cheerful  anthem  to  his  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above ; 
Let  music,  sweet  as  incense,  rise, 
With  grateful  odours  to  the  skies, 

The  work  of  joy  and  love. 

2  How  many  children,  Lord  we  see 
In  ignorance  and  misery. 

Unprincipled,  untaught ! 
Shall  they  continue  still  to  lie 
In  ignorance  and  misery. 

We  cannot  bear  the  thought, 

3  We  feel  a  sympathizing  heart, 
Lord,  'tis  a  pleasure  to  impart, 

To  thee  thine  own  we  give ; 

O  7 


TIMES    AXD    SEASONS.  469 

Hear  thou  our  cry,  and  pitying  see  ; 
0  let  these  children  live  to  thee  ! 
0  let  these  children  live  ! 

Lord's  Day. 

HYMN  342.     L.  M. 

The  Lord's  day. 

COME,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 
Come  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away  ; 
Now,  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine  ; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

3  Then  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  the  ransom'd,  we  shall  spend 
A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  343.     7s. 

The  Lord's  day. 

SAFELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  ; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest ! 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name 
Show  thy  reconciling  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we're  come  thy  name  to  praise, 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 

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470  TIMES    AND    SEASONS. 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear  ; 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  ta>u- 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4   May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints ; 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

HYMN  344.     L.  M. 

The  Lord's  day. 

RETURN,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  bless'd  ; 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun. 

2  Come  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds ; 
Provide  a  blest  fortaste  of  heav'n, 

On  this  day  more  than  all  the  sev'n. 

3  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it,  knows. 

4  This  heav'nly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest ; 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  scan 
Creation's  scene,  redemption's  plan  ! 
With  praise,  we  think  on  mercies  past, 
With  hope,  we  future  pleasures  taste. 

6  In  holy  duties  let  the  day 
In  holy  comforts  pass  away  : 


TIMES   AND   SEASONS.  471 

How  sweet,  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

HYMN  345.      CM. 

The  Lord's  day. 

COME,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  thy  sheep, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  rest : 

0  bless  this  flock,  and  make  this  fold 
Enjoy  an  heav'nly  rest. 

2  Welcome  and  precious  to  my  soul 

Are  these  sweet  days  of  love ; 
But  what  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep, 
When  I  shall  rest  above ! 

3  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray, 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  I  trace  ; 
Here  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 
I  wait  to  see  thy  face. 

4  These  are  the  sweet  and  precious  days 

On  which  my  Lord  I've  seen ; 
And  oft,  when  feasting  on  his  word, 
In  raptures  I  have  been. 

5  0  if  my  soul,  when  death  appears, 

In  this  sweet  frame  be  found, 
I'll  clasp  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 
And  leave  this  earthly  ground. 

6  I  long  for  that  delightful  hour, 

When  from  this  clay  undrest, 

1  shall  be  cloth'd  in  robes  divine, 

And  made  forever  blest. 

HYMN  346.     S.  M. 

Lord's  day  morning. 

WELCOME  sweet  day  of  rest 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 


472  TIMES   AND   SEASONS. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place, 

Where  my  great  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sing,  and  bear  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  347.     C.  M. 

Lord's  day  evening. 

I^REQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns 
-     To  shed  its  quick'ning  beams ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 
How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end. 

4  There  we  shall  breathe  in  heav'nly  air, 

With  heav'nly  lustre  shine  ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

HYMN  348.     L.  M.   . 

The  eternal  Sabbath. 

THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  473 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

0  long-expected  day,  begin, 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  wo  and  sin ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

Before  Sermon. 

HYMN  349.     L.  M. 

Before  sermon. 

THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 

Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  ^x  our  hearts  and  hopes  above ; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

To  us  the  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sov'reign  pow'r  and  energy ; 
And  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal, 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will ; 
Thy  saving  pow'r  and  love  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

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474  TIMES   AND    SE  ISONS. 

HYMN  350.     CM. 

A  blessing  requested. 

("lOME,  0  thou  all-victorious  Lord, 
J   Thy  pow'r  to  us  make  known ; 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 

2  Speak  with  the  voice  which  wakes  the  dead 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise ; 
And  let  each  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

3  To  them  a  sense  of  guilt  impart, 

And  then  remove  the  load ; 
Quicken,  and  wash  the  troubled  heart 
In  thine  atoning  blood. 

4  Our  desp'rate  state  through  sin  declare. 

And  speak  our  sins  forgiv'n ; 
By  daily  growth  in  grace,  prepare, 
Then  take  us  up  to  heav'n. 

After  Sermon. 

HYMN  351.     L.M. 

After  sermon. 

ALMIGHTY  Father  !  bless  thy  word, 
Which,  thro'  thy  grace,  we  now  have  heard  ; 
0  may  the  precious  seed  take  root, 
Spring  up,  and  bear  abundant  fruit ! 

2  We  praise  thee  for  the  means  of  grace, 
Thus  in  thy  courts  to  seek  thy  face ; 
Grant,  Lord !  that  we  who  worship  here, 
May  all,  at  length,  in  heav'n  appear. 

HYMN  352.     8s,  7s  &  4s. 

At  dismission. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing. 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace : 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  475 

0  refresh  us ! 

Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 
May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found ! 

So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heav'n, 

Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay  ; 
May  we  ready 
Kise,  and  reign  in  endless  day ! 

Seasons  of  the  Year. 
HYMN  353.     L.  M. 

Thou  croivnest  the  year  with  thy  goodness. 

THY  providence,  great  God,  we  praise, 
How  good  and  great  are  all  thy  ways  ! 
Thy  bounty  crowns  our  passing  }-ears, 
And  dissipates  our  anxious  fears. 

Thy  promise  stands  forever  fast, 

While  sun  and  moon,  and  earth  shall  last : 

The  laws  of  season  shall  endure, 

Till  time,  and  stars  are  known  no  more. 

Summer,  and  winter,  cold,  and  heat, 
And  night,  and  day,  in  order  meet ; 
Seed-time,  and  harvest,  each  succeed, 
To  prove  thy  love — supply  our  need. 

When  years  are  past,  and  seasons  o'er, 
We  still  shall  prove  thy  cov'nant  sure  ; 
And  in  the  shining  realms  of  bliss, 
Adore  thy  goodness  and  thy  grace. 


476  TIMES    AND    SEASONS. 

HYMN  354.     L.  M. 

The  seasons. 

THE  flow'ry  spring,  at  God's  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

2  His  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 
Through  all  her  coasts,  redundant  stores ; 
And  av inters,  soft'n'd  by  his  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

3  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 

And  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

4  And  0,  may  each  harmonious  tongue 
In  worlds  unknown  the  praise  prolong ; 
And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

HYMN  355.     C.  M. 

Spring. 

BEHOLD  !  long-wish'd-for  spring  is  come, 
How  alter'd  is  the  scene  ! 
The  trees  and  shrubs  are  dress'd  in  bloom, 
The  earth  array'd  in  green. 

2  Where'er  we  tread,  the  clust'ring  llow'rs 

Beauteous  around  us  spring; 
The  birds,  with  joint  harmonious  pow'rs 
Invite  our  hearts  to  sing. 

3  But  ah  !  in  vain  I  strive  to  join, 

Oppress'd  with  sin  and  doubt ; 
I  feel  'tis  winter  still  within, 
Though  all  is  spring  without. 

4  0  !  would  my  Saviour,  from  on  high, 

Break  through  these  clouds  and  shine, 


TIMES   AND    SEASONS.  477 

No  creature  then  more  bless'd  than  I, 
No  song  more  loud  than  mine. 

5  Lord,  let  thy  word  my  hopes  revive, 
And  overcome  my  foes  ; 
O  make  my  languid  graces  thrive, 
And  blossom  like  the  rose  ! 

HYMN  356.     C.  M. 

Summer — a  harvest  song. 

rj^O  praise  th'  ever-bounteous  Lord, 
A    My  soul,  wake  all  thy  pow'rs  ; 
He  calls,  and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 

2  His  cov'nant  with  the  earth  he  keeps, 

My  tongue,  his  goodness  sing ; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 

3  Well  pleas'd,  the  toiling  swains  behold 

The  waving  yellow  crop  ; 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
And  sow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God,  to  sow 

The  seeds  of  righteousness  ; 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams 
The  rip'ning  harvest  bless. 

5  Then  in  the  last  great  harvest,  I 

Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop ; 

The  harvest  shall  by  far  exceed 

What  I  have  sown  in  hope. 

HYMN  357.     L.  M. 

Summer,  or  the  great  harvest. 

THE  summer  harvest  spreads  the  field, 
Mark,  how  the  whit'ning  hills  are  turn'd  ! 
Behold  them  to  the  reapers  yield, 

The  wheat  is  sav'd — the  tares  are  burn'd. 


478  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

2  Thus  the  great  Judge  with  glory  crown'd, 

Descends  to  reap  the  ripen'd  earth ! 
Angelic  guards  attend  him  down, 

The  same  who  sang  his  humble  birth. 

3  In  sounds  of  glory  hear  him  speak, 

"Go  search  around  the  flaming  world; 
Haste — call  my  saints  to  rise  and  take 

The  seats  from  which  their  foes  were  hurl'd. 

4  "Go,  burn  the  chaff  in  endless  fire, 

In  flames  unquench'd,  consume  each  tare, 
Sinners  must  feel  my  holy  ire, 

And  sink  in  guilt — to  deep  despair." 

5  Thus  ends  the  harvest  of  the  earth ; 

Angels  obey  the  awful  voice ; 
They  save  the  wheat,  they  burn  the  chaff, 
All  heav'n  approves  the  sov' reign  choice. 

HYMN  358.     C.  M. 

Winter. 

STERN  winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 
Encircling  nature  round ; 
How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains, 
Late  with  gay  verdure  crown'd  ! 

2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 

And  light  and  warmth  depart; 
And  drooping  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart. 

3  My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns 

In  night's  dark  mantle  clad, 
Confin'd  in  cold  inactive  chains, 
How  desolate  and  sad  ! 

4  Return,  0  blissful  sun,  and  bring 

Thy  soul-reviving  ray ; 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 


TIMES   AND   SEASONS.  479 

0  happy  state,  divine  abode, 

Where  spring  eternal  reigns  ; 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 

Fills  all  the  heav'nly  plains. 

Great  source  of  light,  thy  beams  display 

My  drooping  joys  restore, 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 

Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 

New  Year. 

HYMN  359.     L.  M. 

New   Year. 

GOD  of  our  lives,  thy  constant  care 
With  blessings  crown  each  op'ning  year ; 
Our  guilty  lives  thou  dost  prolong, 
And  wake  anew  our  annual  song. 

How  many  precious  souls  are  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead ; 
Since  from  this  day  the  changing  sun 
Through  his  last  yearly  period  run  ! 

Our  breath  is  thine,  Eternal  God, 
'Tis  thine  to  fix  our  souls'  abode ; 
We  hold  our  lives  from  thee  alone 
On  earth,  or  in  the  world  unknown. 

To  thee  our  spirits  we  resign, 
Make  them  and  own  them  still  as  thine ; 
So  shall  they  smile  secure  from  fear, 
Though  death  should  blast  the  rising  year. 

HYMN  360.     L.  M. 

New   Year. 

BLEST  be  th'  Eternal  Infinite  ! 
Whose  skill  conducts  this  rolling  sphere, 
Who  rules  our  day,  who  guards  our  night, 
And  guides  the  swift  revolving  year  ! 

Our  race  are  falling  ev'ry  hour, 

While  we  distinguish'd  yet  appear ; 


480  TIMES    AND    SEASONS. 

'Tis  of  thy  matchless  love  and  pow'r. 
That  we  are  spar  d  another  year. 

3  0 !  for  a  sweet  refreshing  time, 

Saviour  !  thy  people  wish  thee  near  ; 
Come,  and  our  joys  shall  be  sublime. 
While  we  begin  another  year. 

4  May  thy  good  Spirit  be  our  guide. 

While  thus  we  stay  as  pilgrims  here  ; 
Nor  let  us  from  our  God  backslide, 
As  we  have  done  the  former  year. 

5  Strengthen  our  faith,  increase  our  love. 

Fill  us  with  godly,  filial  fear ; 
And  to  thy  waiting  children  prove 

Thv  grace  throusrli  ev'rv  fleeting  year. 

6  This  truth  impress  on  ev'rv  soul, 

That  vast  eternity  is  near ; 
That  time's  swift  moments  onward  roll. 
To  bring  the  last,  the  closing  year. 

7  When  nature  in  a  blaze  shall  die. 

Or  death  conclude  our  being  here. 
Then  to  our  Jesus  may  we  My. 
To  spend  a  never-ending  year. 

HYMN  361.     L.M. 

New    Year. 

GREAT  God.  we  sine  that  mighty  hand. 
By  which  supported,  still  we  stand  ; 
The  op'ning  year  thy  mercy  shows. 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad. 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed. 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown. 


TIMES   AND    SEASONS.  481 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depress'd, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hope  shall  raise, 
Ador'd  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 

In  better  worlds,  our  souls  shall  boast. 

Morning  and  Evening. 

HYMN    362.     CM. 

For  morning  and  evening. 

HOSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  sound, 
To  God's  upholding  hand  ! 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

2  That  was  a  most  amazing  pow'r 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  evening  rests  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room ; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rising  morning  can't  assure 

That  we  shall  end  the  day ; 
For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  sin 

To  God's  avenging  law, 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gasp  we  draw. 

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4S2  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

G  God  is  our  sun.  whose  daily  light 
Our  joy  and  safety  brings; 
Our  feeble  flesh  lies  safe  at  night, 
Beneath  his  shady  wings. 

HYMN  363.     CM. 

A  morning  song. 

OXCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyea  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound  ; 
Wide  as  the  hear  n  on  which  he  sits. 
To  turn  the  seasons  round, 

3  ?Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame. 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread. 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand ; 
Thy  justice  might  have  crush'd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun, 
And  yet  thou  length  nest  out  my  thread. 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine. 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 


G 


HYMN  364.     C.  M. 

Morning  hymn. 

OD  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
To  thee  I  cheerful  raise  : 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  4 

Thy  acts  of  love  'tis  good  to  sing, 
And  pleasant  'tis- to  praise. 

2  Preserved  by  thy  almighty  arm, 

I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene,  and  safe  from  ev'ry  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

3  While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 
In  gentle  sleep  I  clos'd  my  eyes, 
And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

4  When  sleep,  death's  image,  o'er  me  spread, 

And  I  unconscious  lay, 
The  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed, 
-To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

5  0  let  the  same  almighty  care 

Through  all  this  day  attend  ; 
From  ev'ry  danger,  ev'ry  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

6  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

HYMN  365.     S.  M. 

Morning  hymn. 

SEE  how  the  rising  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way  : 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  ev'ry  bright' ning  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

Its  heav'nly  Parent  sing, 
And  to  its  great  Original, 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 


484  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near  ! 

4  Thus  does  thine  arm  support 

This  weak  defenceless  frame  ; 
But  whence  these  favors,  Lord,  to  me, 
So  worthless  as  I  am  ? 

5  0  !  how  shall  I  repay 

The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 
This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 
The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  to  thy  cross 

I  bring  my  sacrifice ; 
Ting'd  with  thy  blood,  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

7  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  0  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
And  in  thy  presence  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

HYMN  366.     C.  M. 

A  morning  hymn. 

TO  thee  let  my  first  off'rings  rise, 
Whose  sun  creates  the  day, 
Swift  as  his  glad'ning  influence  flies, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

2  This  day  thy  fav'ring  hand  be  nigh  ! 

So  oft  vouchsaf 'd  before  ! 
Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply, 
And  I  that  hand  adore. 

3  If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 

For  which  re  sign' d  I  pray, 
Give  me  to  feel  the  grateful  heart, 
And  without  guilt  be  gay. 

4  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend 

As  vice  or  folly's  cure  ; 


TIMES    AXD    SEASONS.  485 

Patient,. to  gain  that  gracious  end, 
May  I  the  means  endure. 

5   Be  this,  and  ev'ry  future  day, 
Still  wiser  than  the  past ; 
And  when  I  all  my  life  survey, 
May  grace  sustain  at  last. 

HYMN  367.     C.  M. 

An  evening  song. 

DREAD  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  song- 
Like  holv  incense  rise ; 
Assist  the  offrings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard, 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
But  0,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 

To  save  nry  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'4  by  thee. 

G   Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

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486  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

HYMN  368.     L.  M. 

An  evening  hymn. 

GREAT  God,  to  thee  my  ev'ning  song, 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ; 

0  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  ev'ry  gentle  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  pow'r. 

3  And  yet,  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful  can  from  thee  depart, 
And  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus ;  his  dear  name  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 

And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eye-lids  close, 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

HYMN  369.     C.  M. 

An  evening  hymn. 

NOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
Let  flames  of  love  arise  ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  ev'ning  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 

Have  made  up  all  this  day  ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favor,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require  ; 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  48' 

Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 

Lord  of  our  days,  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  the  score  ; 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

HYMN  370.     S.  M. 

An  evening  hymn. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear; 
0  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 

The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  I  lay  my  garments  by, 
Upon  my  bed  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  remove  me  hence, 
And  leave  my  soul  undrest. 

3-  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  my  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep,' 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  That  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  T  from  time  remove, 
Lord,  may  I  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

HYMN  371.     L.  M. 

Evening. 

I  LOVE  this  hour  of  calm  repose, 
The  softness  of  the  daylight  close, 
When  evening  spreads  her  mantle  grey 
In  silence  o'er  departing  day ! 


488  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

2  I  love  to  mark  the  silver  moon, 
Rise  radiant  to  her  nightly  noon  ; 
Studded  with  many  a  starry  gem, 
The  ev'ning's  peerless  diadem ! 

3  I  love  to  view  the  spangled  skies, 
Shout  to  the  Lord  while  space  replies ; 
And  all  creation  seems  to  raise 

An  anthem  to  the  Maker's  praise  ! 

4  This  is  the  hour  of  sober  sense, 

When  thought  should  all  her  good  dispense. 

And  lift  the  ever  grateful  soul 

To  him  who  reigns  beyond  the  pole. 

5  Lord,  let  my  thoughts  revert  to  thee, 
To  Jesus  and  to  Calvary ; 

And  the  rich  price  he  deign'd  to  pay, 
To  turn  my  darkness  into  day, 

6  When  now  my  pillow's  down  I  press, 
Do  thou  my  silent  slumbers  bless, 
And  •guard  me  till  the  morning  rays 
Recall  me  to  renew  thy  praise. 

HYMN  372.     7s. 

Evening. 

SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Nought  escapes  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  489 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity ; 
Then,  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

Fast  and  Thanksgiving  Days. 

HYMN  373.     L.  M. 

On  a  fast-day  for  the  revival  of  religion. 

LOOK  down,  0  God,  with  pitying  eye ; 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  ; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live  ? 
And  can  these  dead,  dry  bones  revive  ? 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known ! 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  0  let  thy  Spirit  come  and  breathe 

New  life  through  all  the  realms  of  death ! 
Dry  bones  shall  then  obey  thy  voice, 
Shall  move,  shall  waken,  and  rejoice, 

5  Loud  let  the  gospel-trumpet  blow, 
Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know ; 
0  call  the  nations  from  afar, 

Make  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

6  Then  shall  each  age  and  rank  agree 
To  raise  their  shouts  of  praise  to  thee, 
The  church  will  know,  while  loud  she  sings 
That  in  her  God  are  all  her  springs. 

HYMN   3  74.     L.  M. 

On  a  national  fast  in  war. 

WHILE  o'er  our  guilty  land,  0  Lord, 
We  view  the  terrors  of  the  sword ; 


400  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

0!  whither  shall  the  helpless  fly? 
To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  cry  ? 

2  The  suffring  sinner's  cries  and  tears 
Are  grown  familiar  to  thine  ears ; 
Oft  has  thy  mercy  sent  relief, 
When  all  was  fear  and  hopeless  grief. 

3  On  thee,  our  guardian  God,  we  call, 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  we  fall ; 
And  is  there  no  deliv'rance  there  ? 
And  must  we  perish  in  despair  ? 

4  See,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
To  our  forsaken  God  we  turn ; 

0!  spare  our  guilty  country,  spare 

The  church  which  thou  hast  planted  here. 

5  We  plead  thy  grace,  indulgent  God, 
We  plead  thy  Son's  atoning  blood, 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promises, 
And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 

6*  These  pleas  presented  at  thy  throne, 

Have  brought  ten  thousand  blessings  down 
On  guilty  lands  in  helpless  woe ; 
Let  them  prevail  to  save  us  now. 

HYMN  375.     L.  M. 

For  a  public  fast  in  war,  praying  for  peace. 

WAR,  horrid  war,  deep-stained  in  blood, 
Still  pours  its  havoc  thro'  our  land ; 
Almighty  God  restrain  the  flood, 

Say,  "  'tis  enough,"  and  stay  thy  hand. 

2  Let  peace  descend  with  balmy  wing, 

And  all  its  blessing  round  us  shed ; 
Our  liberties  be  well  secur'd. 

And  commerce  lift  its  fainting  head. 

3  Let  the  loud  cannon  cease  to  roar, 

The  warlike  trump  no  longer  sound  ; 


TIMES   AND    SEASONS.  491 

The  din  of  arms  be  heard  no  more, 
Nor  human  blood  pollute  the  ground. 

4  Let  hostile  troops  drop  from  their  hands 

The  useless  sword,  the  glitt'ring  spear ; 
And  join  in  friendship's  sacred  bands, 
Nor  one  dissentient  voice  be  there. 

5  Thus  save,  0  Lord,  a  sinking  land, 

Millions  of  tongues  shall  then  adore, 
Resound  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

And  spread  thy  praise  from  shore  to  shore. 

HYMN  376.     C.  M. 

On  a  public  fast  during  national  judgments. 

SEE,  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sov'reign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand 

Thy  dreadful  pow'r  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  the  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  chang'd,  alas  !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

4  0  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace  : 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

5  Then,  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear ; 
Secure  of  never-failing  aid, 
When  God,  our  God,  is  near. 


492  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

HYMN  377.     C.  M. 

On  a  fast-day  during  pestilence  or  general  sickness. 

DEATH,  with  his  dread  commission  seal'd, 
Now  hastens  to  his  arms  ; 
In  awful  state  he  takes  the  field. 
And  sounds  his  dire  alarms. 

2  Attendant  plagues  around  him  throng 

And  wait  his  high  command  ; 
And  pains,  and  dying  groans  obey 
The  signal  of  his  hand. 

3  With  cruel  force  he  scatters  round 

His  shafts  of  deadly  pow'r ; 
While  the  grave  waits  its  destin'd  prey, 
Impatient  to  devour. 

4  Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
We'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 
Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 

5  Yet  may  we  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  the  sharp  rebukes  ; 
Our  strength  consumes,  our  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

6  In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  us  not, 

Withdraw  these  dreadful  storms  ; 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  so  hot, 
Against  poor  feeble  worms. 

7  0  hear  when  dust  and  ashes  speak, 

And  pity  all  our  pain  ; 
0  save  us,  for  thy  mercy's  sake  ! 
0  send  us  health  again ! 

HYMN  378.     C.  M. 

Thanksgiving  for  victory. 

TO  thee,  who  reign' st  supreme  above, 
And  reign'st  supreme  below, 


TIMES   AND    SEASONS.  493 

Thou  God  of  wisdom,  pow'r  and  love, 
We  our  successes  owe.    g 

2  The  thund'ring  horse,  the  martial  band 

Without  thine  aid  were  vain  ; 
And  vict'ry  flies  at  thy  command, 
To  crown  the  bright  campaign. 

3  Thy  mighty  arm  unseen,  was  nigh 

When  we  our  foes  assail'd ; 
'Tis  thou  hast  rais'd  our  honors  high, 
And  o'er  their  hosts  prevaifd. 

4  Their  mounds,  their  camps,  their  lofty  tow'rs 

Into  our  hands  are  giv'n ; 
Not  from  desert  or  strength  of  ours, 
But  through  the  grace  of  heav'n. 

5  The  Lord  of  hosts,  our  helper,  lives, 

His  name  be  ever  blest ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vict'ry  gives, 
He  grants  his  people  rest. 

HYMN  379.     L.  M. 

Thanksgiving  for  national  peace. 

GREAT  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
A  word  of  thine  almighty  breath 
Can  sink  the  world,  or  bid  it  rise ; 
Thy  smile  is  life,  thy  frown  is  death. 

When  angry  nations  rush  to  arms, 

And  rage,  and  noise,  and  tumult  reign ; 

And  war  resound  its  dire  alarms, 

And  slaughter  spreads  the  hostile  plain  ; 

Thy  sov'reign  eye  looks  calmly  clown, 

And  marks  their  course,  and  bounds  their  pow'r ; 

Thy  word  the  angry  nations  own, 

And  noise  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 

Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, 

Sweet  peace,  with  her  what  blessings  fled  ! 

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494  TIMES    AND    SEASONS. 

Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  valleys  sing, 
Reviving  commerce  lifts  her  head. 

5  Thou  good,  and  vise,  and  righteous  Lord, 

All  move  subservient  to  thy  will ; 
And  peace  and  war  await  thy  word, 
And  thy  sublime  decrees  fulfil. 

6  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  songs, 

Thy  kind  protection  still  implore ; 
0  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues, 
Confess  thy  goodness,  and  adore  ! 

HYMN  380.     C.  M. 

TlianlxS'jiving  for  health  after  pestilence. 

SOY'REIGNof  life,  we  own  thy  hand 
In  this  late  chast'ning  stroke ; 
And  since  we've  smarted  by  thy  rod, 
Thy  presence  we  invoke. 

2  To  thee  in  our  distress  we  cried, 

And  thou  hast  bow'd  thine  ear  ; 
The  pestilence  thou  hast  remov'd, 
And  brought  deliv'rance  near. 

3  Unfold,  ye  gates  of  righteousness, 

That  with  the  pious  throng 
We  may  record  our  solemn  vows. 
And  tune  our  grateful  song. 

4  Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  staid  the  sword 

And  said  :  "  It  is  enough  ;" 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  his  saints 
Triumphant  e'en  in  death. 

5  Our  God,  in  thine  appointed  hour 

Those  heav'nly  gates  display. 
Where  pain  and  sickness,  fear  and  death, 
Forever  flee  away. 

6  There  while  the  nations  of  the  bless'd, 

With  rapture  bow  around. 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  495 

Our  anthems  to  deliv'ring  grace. 
In  sweeter  strains  shall  sound. 

Temptations  and  Afflictions. 

HYMN  381.     L.M. 

Temptation. 

THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wint'ry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call, 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm  ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threat'ning  ill, 
Control  the  waves,  say,  "  Peace,  be  still." 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  ev'ry  shape  and  name, 
Attend  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempest-toss'd,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  ; 
Let  neither  winds,  nor  stormy  rain, 
Force  back  my  shatter' d  bark  again. 

HYMN  382.     7s. 

Tempted — but  flying  to    Christ  the  refuge. 

JESUS !  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ! 

2  Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 


496  TIMES   AND    SEASONS. 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
0,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

3  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone. 
Still  support  and  comfort  me. 

4  All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

5  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

All  in  all  in  thee  I  find  ! 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind ! 

6  Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all'unrighteousness, 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

7  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sins ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 

8  Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

.  HYMN  383.     L.  M. 

Temptations. 

THUS  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on, 
And  made  his  truth  and  mercy  known; 
My  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rise, 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 

2   Through  this  wild  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home ; 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  497 

Lord,  let  thy  presence  be  my  stay, 
And  guard  me  in  this  dang'rous  way. 

3  Temptations  ev'ry where  annoy, 

And  sins  and  snares  my  peace  destroy ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 

4  My  soul,  with  various  tempests  toss'd, 
Her  hopes  o'erturn'd,  her  projects  cross'cl, 
Sees  ev'ry  day  new  straights  attend, 
And  wonders  where  the  scenes  will  end. 

5  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  ? 
Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know, 
While  in  the  wilderness  below  ?  * 

6  'Tis  even  so,  thy  faithful  love 

Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove ; 
'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall, 
That  Jesus  may  be  all  in  all. 

HYMN  384.     L.  M. 

The   Christian  s  temptation  moderated,  a  proof  of  God's  fidelity. 

OW  let  the  feeble  all  be  strong, 


N' 


And  make  Jehovah's  arm  their  song ; 


His  shield  is  spread  o'er  ev'ry  saint, 
And  thus  supported,  who  shall  faint  ? 

What  though  the  hosts  of  hell  engage 
With  mingled  cruelty  and  rage  ! 
A  faithful  God  restrains  their  hands, 
And  chains  them  down  in  iron  bands. 

Bound  by  thy  word,  he  will  display 
A  strength  proportion'd  to  our  day ; 
And  when  united  trials  meet, 
Will  show  a  path  of  safe  retreat. 

Thus  far  we  prove  that  promise  good, 
Which  Jesus  ratified  with  blood ; 

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498  TIMES    AND     SEASONS. 

Still  is  he  gracious,  wise,  and  just. 
And  still,  in  him,  let  Israel  trust. 

HYMN  385.   CM. 

Pleading  with    God  under  affliction. 

WHY  should  a  living  man  complain 
Of  deep  distress  within, 
Since  ev'ry  sigh  and  ev\v  pain 
Is  but  the  fruit  of  sin  ? 

2  Lord,  to  thy  dealings  I'll  submit, 

Nor  would  I  dare  rebel ; 
Yet  sure  I  may,  here  at  thy  feet, 
My  painful  feelings  tell. 

3  Thou  seest  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise, 

And  beat  upon  my  soul ; 
Deep  calls  to  deep ;  0  hear  my  cries, 
While  stormy  billows  roll. 

4  From  fear  to  hope,  and  hope  to  fear, 

My  shipwreck'd  soul  is  tost; 
Till  I  am  tempted  in  despair 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

5  Yet  through  the  stormy  clouds  I  look 

Once  more  to  thee,  my  God  ; 
0  fix  my  feet  on  Christ,  the  rock, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood. 

6  One  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face, 

Will  set  my  heart  at  ease  ; 
One  all-commanding  word  of  grace, 
Will  make  the  tempest  cease. 

HYMN  386.     L.  M. 

Afflictions  sanctified  by  the  word. 

LONG  unafflicted,  undismay'd, 
In  pleasure's  path,  secure,  I  stray'd  ; 
Thou  niad'st  me  feel  thy  chast'ning  rod, 
And  straight  I  turnd  unto  my  God. 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  499 

What  though  it  pierc'd  my  fainting  heart, 
I  bless  thine  hand  that  caus'd  the  smart  ; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 
But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  woe. 

0  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastis'd, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despis'd  ; 
And  still  the  snare,  in  secret  laid, 
Had  my  unweary  feet  betray'd. 

1  love  thee,  therefore,  0  my  God, 
And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode  ; 
Where,  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 
Thy  chosen  saints  forever  rest. 

HYMN  387.     L.  P.  M. 

Confidence  in  our  Mediator. 

WHEN  gath'ring  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienc'd  ev'ry  human  pain  ; 
He  feels  my  griefs,  he  sees  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 

From  heav'nly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 

To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do  ; 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  pow'r, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dang'rous  hour. 

When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismay'd,  my  spirit  dies : 
Then  he,  who  once  vouchsafe!  to  bear 
The  sick'ning  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

When  sorr'wing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 


500  TIMES    A.M.)    SEASONS. 

And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile. 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while; 
Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  did'st  weep  o'er  Laz'rus  dead. 

5  And,  0 !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  ev'ry  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  bed  of  death — for  thou  hast  died ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day. 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

HYMN  388.     C.  M. 

The  hope  of  heaven  our  support  under  trials. 

WHEX  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
111  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 

And  hellish  dates  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

O      7 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest. 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Sickness  and  Becovery.   ; 

HYMN  389.  CM. 

Complaint  and  hope  in  sickness. 

LORD,  I  am  pain'd ;  but  I'll  resign 
My  body  to  thy  will ; 
'Tis  grace,  'tis  wisdom  all  divine. 
Appoints  the  pains  I  feel. 


TIMES    AND    SEASONS.  501 

Dark  are  the  ways  of  Providence, 

While  they  who.  love  thee  groan ; 
Thy  reasons  lie  conceal' d  from  sense, 

Mysterious  and  unknown. 

Yet  nature  may  have  leave  to  speak, 

And  plead  before  her  God, 
Lest  the  o'erburden'd  heart  should  break 

Beneath  thy  heavy  rod. 

These  mournful  groans  and  flowing  tears 

Give  my  poor  spirit  ease ; 
While  ev'ry  groan  my  Father  hears, 

And  ev'ry  tear  he  sees. 

Is  not  some  smiling  hour  at  hand 

With  health  upon  its  wings? 
Give  it,  0  God,  thy  swift  command, 

With  all  the  joy  it  brings. 

HYMN  390.     C.  M. 

Hezehiali's  song  ;  or,  sickness  and  recovery. 

WHEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress, 
Our  God  deserves  a  song; 
We  take  the  pattern  of , our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  death 

Commands  them  fast  again. 

Pains  of  the  flesh  are  wont  t'  abuse 

Our  minds  with  slavish  fears  ; 
"  Our  days  are  past,  and  we  shall  lose 

The  remnant  of  our  years." 

We  chatter  with  a  swallow's  voice, 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn 
With  bitterness  instead  of  joys, 

Afflicted  and  forlorn. 


►02  TIMES    AND    SEASONS. 

5  Jehovah  speaks  the  healing  word, 

And  no  disease  withstani 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break. 

He  can  our  frame  restore ; 
He  casts  our  sins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

HYMN  391.     C.  M 

Praise  for  recovery  from  sickness. 

MY  God,  thy  service  well  demands 
The  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renew'd, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise? 

2  Thine  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Did  this  weak  frame  sustain ; 
When  life  was  hov'ring  o'er  the  grave 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 

3  Calmly  I  bow'd  my  sinking  head 

On  thy  dear  faithful  breast  ; 
Pleas'd  to  obey  my  Father's  call 
To  his  eternal  rest. 

4  Into  thy  hands,  my  Saviour  God. 

Did  I  mv  soul  resign : 
In  firm  dependence  on  that  truth, 
Which  made  salvation  mine. 

5  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave. 

At  thv  command  I  come  ; 
Nor  will  I  urge  a  speedier  flight. 
To  my  celestial  home. 

6  Where  thou  determin'st  mine  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be  : 
For  in  thy  presence  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heav'n  with  thee. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  503 

XXVII.    Miscellaneous. 
HYMN  392.     C.  M. 

.    Sincerity  and  truth. 

RELIGION  is  Ihe  chief  concern 
Of  mortals  here  below  : 
May  all  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sov'reign  virtue  know. 

2  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear ; 
And  all  our  conversation  prove 
Our  souls  to  be  sincere. 

3  Let  with  our  lips  our  hearts  agree, 

Nor  sland'ring  words  devise  : 

We  know  the  God  of  truth  can  see 

Through  ev'ry  false  disguise. 

4  Lord,  never  let  our  envy  grow, 

To  hear  another's  praise ; 

Nor  rob  him  of  his  honor  due, 

By  base  revengeful  ways. 

5  0  God  of  truth,  help  to  detest 

Whate'er  is  false  or  wrong ; 
That  lies  in  earnest  or  in  jest 
May  ne'er  employ  our  tongue. 

HYMN  393.     L.  M. 

Humility. 

XVTHEREFORE  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay, 

▼  ▼      Who  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day, 

0,  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud  ? 

2  His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 

Then  vanish,  and  no  more  are  found ; 
The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground. 

3  Follies  and  crimes,  a  countless  sum 
Are  crowded  in  life's  little  span  : 


504  MISCELLANEOUS. 

How  ill,  alas,  does  pride  become 
That  erring,  guilty  creature,  man  ! 

4  God  of  my  life,  Father  divine  ! 

Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  : 
In  modest  worth,  0  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 

HYMN  394.     C.  M. 

Fear  of  God. 

HAPPY  beyond  description  he, 
"Who  fears  the  Lord  his  God  ; 
Who  hears  his  threats  with  holy  awe, 
And  trembles  at  his  rod. 

2  Fear,  sacred  passion,  ever  dwells 

With  its  fair  partner,  love ; 
Blending  their  beauties,  both  proclaim, 
Their  source  is  from  above. 

3  Let  terrors  fright  th'  unwilling  slave, 

The  child  with  joy  appears  ; 
Cheerful  he  does  his  Father's  will, 
And  loves  as  much  as  fears. 

4  Let  fear  and  love,  most  holy  God  ! 

Possess  this  soul  of  mine  ; 
Then  shall  I  worship  thee  aright, 
And  taste  thy  iovs  divine. 

HYMN  39o.     S.M. 

The  gospel  ministry. 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  brings  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are : 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 


MISCELLANEOUS.  505 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heav'nly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  396.     S.  M. 

The  sinner  cured, 

BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year  a  sinful  soul 
Had  waited  for  a  cure. 

The  voice  of  one  unknown, 

Advancing  where  he  lay, 
Bespoke  him  in  a  gentle  tone, 

And  thus  it  seem'd  to  say : 

"  Poor,  sinful,  dying  soul, 

Why  linger  here  and  die  ? 
Only  consent  to  be  made  whole, 

You  need  no  longer  lie. 

"  The  Saviour  passing  by, 

Well  knows  your  sinking  state, 
And  while  the  Saviour  is  so  nigh, 

The  sinner  need  not  wait." 

43 


506  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  That  voice  dispell'd  the  charm, 

His  fatal  slumbers  broke ; 
He  saw  his  sins  with  fresh  alarm, 
And  fear  d  the  vengeful  stroke. 

6  Unable  to  endure, 

He  call'd  for  aid  divine — 
The  great  Physician  wrought  the  cure  ; 
That  guilty  soul  was  mine. 

HYMN  397.     L.  M. 

Submission  and  deliverance  y  or  Abraham's  offering  his  son, 

SAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word 
Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord ; 
He  shall  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abr'ain  with  obedient  hand, 

Led  forth  his  Son  at  God's  command ; 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took, 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  stroke. 

3  "  Abr' am  forbear,"  the  angel  cried, 

"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tried ; 
Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed 
Shall  the  whole  earth  be  hless'd  indeed." 

4  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  deliv'ring  pow'r ! 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  sh?Jl  see  surprising  grace. 

HYMN  398.     7s. 

Jacob  icrestling  with   God. 

ORDy  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah  I  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  507 

Yet  the  question  gives  the  plea 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  did  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy ; 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  pray'r ; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  days  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  ev'ry  need ; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past^ 
Can'st  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

7  No,  I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

HYMN  399.     a  M. 

Peter's  fall  and  recovery. 

HOW  feeble  human  efforts  prove 
Against  temptation's  pow'r; 
E'en  Peter's  flaming  zeal  and  love 
Are  vanquish'd  in  an  hour. 

2  His  fairest  purpose  will  not  stand  ; 
Behold  his  guilty  shame  ! 
Lord,  keep  me  by  thy  mighty  hand, 
Or  I  shall  do  the  same. 

%  At  length  the  suff'ring  Saviour  turns, 
And  looks  with  pitying  eyes  ; 


508  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Peter  relents,  withdraws,  and  mourns, 
And  loud  for  mercy  cries. 

4  So  boundless  is  Jehovah's  grace, 

He  hears  the  humble  pray'r; 
If  I  am  found  in  Peter's  case, 
I  would  not  still  despair. 

5  One  look,  dear  Lord,  the  rock  will  melt, 

One  look  will  make  me  whole, 
One  look  will  pardon  all  my  guilt, 
One  look  will  save  my  soul. 

HYMN  400.     C.  M. 

The  converted  thief. 

AS  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languish'd  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confess'd ; 
Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  pray'r  address'd  : 

3  "  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heav'n, 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ! 
I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood. 

4  "  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 

In  triumph  shalt  thou  rise, 
Burst  thro'  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me, 
And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death, 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  pray'r  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies  : 


MISCELLANEOUS.  509 

u  To-day  tliy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  Paradise." 

HYMN  401.     C.  M. 

The  Prodigal. 

THANKLESS,  the  Prodigal  receives 
The  bounty  of  his  sire, 
Rejoicing  only  in  the  hope 
To  have  his  own  desire. 

2  And  far  from  home,  in  climes  of  vice, 

He  joins  the  heedless  throng; 
Begins  in  pleasure  to  rejoice, 
And  chants  the  mirthful  song. 

3  But  lo,  the  famine  coming  on, 

Now  dies  the  song  profane ; 
The  youth  beholds  his  substance  gone, 
And  begs  the  husk  in  vain. 

4  The  terrors  of  the  world  to  come 

Have  struck  his  pleasures  dead — 
And  far  from  God — and  far  from  home, 
His  ev'ry  friend  has  fled. 

5  The  Prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes, 

From  folly  just  awake, 
Reviews  his  wand'rings  with  surprise, 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

6  I  starve,  he  cries,  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land, 
While  servants  of  my  father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

7  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return 

And  seek  my  father's  face  ; 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 
I'll  ask  a  servant's  place. 

8  Far  off  he  saw  him  slowly  move, 

In  pensive  silence  mourn ; 

43? 


510  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  father  ran  with  arms  of  love, 
To  welcome  his  return. 

9  Thro'  all  the  courts  the  tidings  new, 
And  spread  the  joy  around  ; 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew ; 
The  Prodigal  is  found  ! 

HYMN  402.     C.  M. 

The  Pharisee  and  Publican. 

SEE  how  the  boasting  Pharisee, 
Within  the  temple  stands  ; 
To  heav'n  with  lofty  eyes  he  looks, 
And  lifts  unhallow'd  hands. 

2  Of  ev'ry  good  he  vainly  boasts, 

But  not  of  Jesus'  blood, 
By  which  a  poor  condemned  wretch 
May  find  access  to  God. 

3  But  hear  the  humble  sinner's  pray'r — 

Mercy  is  all  his  cry  : 
"  Spare  gracious  Lord,  0  spare — nor  let 
A  mourning  sinner  die." 

4  To  heav'n  his  humble  pray'r  ascends, 

And  brings  salvation  down ; 
But  the  proud  Pharisee  returns 
Rejected  with  a  frown. 

5  Here,  like  the  Publican,  I  stand, — 

0  heal  the  wounds  within ; 
Show  mercy  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive, 
And  cleanse  my  soul  from  sin. 

HYMN  403.     C.  M. 

Tlie  rich  fool  surprised. 

DELUDED  souls !  who  think  to  grasp 
A  solid  bliss  below  ; 
Bliss  !  the  fair  flow'r  of  paradise, 
On  earth  can  never  grow. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  511 

2  See  how  the  foolish  wretch  is  pleas'd 

T'  increase  his  worldly  store ; 
Too  narrow  now  he  finds  his  barns, 
And  covets  room  for  more. 

3  "  What  shall  I  do?"  distress'd  he  cries  ! 

"  This  scheme  will  I  pursue ; 
"  My  scanty  barns  shall  now  come  down, 
"  I'll  build  them  large  and  new. 

4  "  Here  will  I  lay  my  fruits,  and  bid 

"  My  soul  enjoy  her  ease  ; 
"  Eat,  drink,  be  glad ;  my  lasting  store 
"  Shall  yield  what  joys  I  please." 

5  Scarce  had  he  spoke,  when,  lo !  from  heav'n 

Th'  Almighty  made  reply  : 
"  Thou  fool,  for  whom  dost  thou  provide, 
"  Since  thou  this  night  shalt  die  !" 

6  Teach  me,  my  God,  that  earthly  joys 

Are  but  an  empty  dream ; 

And  let  me  find  my  all  of  bliss 

In  thee,  the  good  Supreme. 

HYMN  404.     L.M. 

The  rich  man  and  Lazarus. 

IN  what  confusion  earth  appears — 
God's  dearest  children  bath'd  in  tears! 
While  they,  who  heav'n  itself  deride, 
Riot  in  luxury  and  pride. 

2  But  patient  let  my  soul  attend, 
And,  ere  I  censure,  view  the  end  ; 
That  end,  how  different !  who  can  tell 
The  wide  extremes  of  heav'n  and  hell  ? 

3  See  the  red  flames  around  him  twine 
Who  did  in  gold  and  purple  shine ; 
Nor  can  his  tongue  one  drop  obtain, 
T'  allay  the  scorching  of  his  pain. 


512  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  While  round  the  saint,  so  poor  below, 
Full  rivers  of  salvation  flow ; 

On  Abr'am's  breast  he  leans  his  head, 
And  banquets  on  celestial  bread. 

5  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  let  me  share 
The  meanest  of  thy  servant's  fare ; 
May  I  at  last  approach  to  taste 
The  blessings  of  thy  marriage-feast. 

HYMN  405.     L.  M. 

The  barren  fig  tree. 

GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee  belong 
The  thankful  heart,  the  grateful  song ; 
Touch'd  by  thy  love,  each  tuneful  chord 
Resounds  the  goodness  of  the  Lord. 

2  Thou  hast  preserv'd  my  fleeting  breath, 
And  chas'd  the  gloomy  shades  of  death  ; 
The  venom'd  arrows  vainly  fly, 

When  God  our  great  deliv'rer's  nigh. 

3  Yet  why,  dear  Lord,  this  tender  care  ? 
Why  does  thy  hand  so  kindly  rear 
An  useless  cumb'rer  of  the  ground, 
Of  which  no  pleasant  fruits  are  found  ! 

4  Still  may  the  barren  fig-tree  stand ! 
And,  cultivated  by  thy  hand, 
Verdure,  and  bloom,  and  fruit  afford, 
Meet  tribute  to  its  bounteous  Lord  ! 

5  So  shall  thy  praise  employ  my  breath 
Through  life,  and  in  the  arms  of  death  ; 
My  soul,  the  pleasant  theme  prolong, 
Then  rise  to  aid  th'  angelic  song. 

HYMN  406.     C.  M. 

The  lost  sheep  found ;  or,  joy  in  heaven  on   the  conversion  of  a 

sinner. 

WHEN  some  kind  shepherd  from  his  fold 
Has  lost  a  straying  sheep, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  513 

Thro'  vales,  o'er  hills,  he  anxious  roves, 
And  climbs  the  mountain  steep. 

2  But  0  the  joy  !  the  transport  sweet ! 

When  he  the  wand'rer  finds  ; 
Up  in  his  arms  he  takes  his  charge, 
And  to  his  shoulder  binds. 

3  Homeward  he  hastes  to  tell  his  joys, 

And  makes  his  bliss  complete  : 
The  neighbors  hear  the  news,  and  all 
The  joyful  shepherd  greet. 

4  Yet  how  much  greater  is  the  joy 

When  but  one  sinner  turns ; 
When  the  poor  wretch,  with  broken  heart 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns  ! 

5  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues' employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heav'n  is  fill'd  with  joy, 

6  Well  pleas'd,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner  weep  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  owns  him  for  his  sheep. 

7  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  ; 
"  A  wand'ring  sheep's  returned,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

HYMN  407.     H.  M. 

Types  of  Christ. 

ISRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gospel  too  : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face. 


514  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 

And  once  applied  with  pow'r, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 

3  The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 

His  perfect  innocence, 
Whose  blood  of  matchless  worth 

Should  be  the  soul's  defence ; 
For  he,  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 

4  The  scape-goat  on  his  head, 

The  people's  trespass  bore, 
And  to  the  desert  led, 

Was  to  be  seen  no  more ; 
In  him  our  surety  seem'd  to  say, 
"  Behold,  I  bear  your  sins  away." 

5  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood 

The  living  bird  went  free ; 
The  type,  well  understood, 

Express'd  the  sinner's  plea  ; 
Describ'd  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharged. 

6  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace 

Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 

The  same  in  ev'ry  age ! 
O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsaf'd  to  me. 


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HYMN  408.     C.  M. 

Brazen  serpent. 

HEN  Israel's  sons,  a  murm'ring  race, 
Despis'd  their  heav'nly  bread, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  515 

God  bade  his  fiery  serpents  fly, 
To  strike  the  rebels  dead. 

2  Swift  like  an  arrow  through  the  air 

The  baneful  reptiles  fly  ; 
The  rebels  feel  the  deadly  wound, 
And  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die. 

3  A  part  still  live ;  but  O,  what  looks  ! 

What  agonizing  pain ! 
The  fatal  poison  works  within, 
And  human  help  is  vain. 

4  Now  Moses  feels  his  Israel's  griefs, 

To  God  for  them  he  prays ; 
A  brazen  serpent  he's  to  make, 
And  on  a  pole  to  raise. 

5  How  strange  the  means !  but  in  his  hand 

The  remedy  how  sure  ! 
Not  one  that  view'd  the  healing  brass 
But  found  immediate  cure. 

6  Thus  Jesus  on  the  sacred  cross 

Is  lifted  up  on  high  ; 
Sinners,  now  look  to  him  by  faith, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

HYMN  409.     C,  M. 

Running  the    Christian  race. 

AWAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  ev'ry  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on ; 
A  heav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 


516  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize, 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Bless'd  Saviour !  introduc'd  by  thee, 
Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

HYMN  410.      C.  M. 

Sinai  and  Zion. 

NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke, 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  ; 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
Whose  faith  is  turn'd  to  sight ! 

4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ! 
And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  such  society  as  this, 

My  weary  soul  would  rest ; 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
Must  be  forever  blest. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  517 

HYMN  411.    C.  M. 

Christ,  the  way,  the  truth,  and  the  life. 

THOU  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart  ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 

And  purify  the  heart. 

Thou  art  the  life — the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conqu'ring  arm ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm.. 

Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life, 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 

Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

HYMN  412.     L.  M. 

By  grace  ye  are  saved. 

SELF-RIGHTEOUS  souls  on  works  rely, 
And  boast  their  moral  dignity ; 
But  if  I  lisp  a  song  of  praise, 
Grace  is  the  note  my  soul  shall  raise. 

'Twas  grace  that  quicken'd  me  when  dead, 
And  grace  my  soul  to  Jesus  led ; 
Grace  brings  me  pardon  for  my  sin — 
'Tis  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 

'Tis  grace  that  sweetens  ev'ry  cross, 
'Tis  grace  supports  in  ev'ry  loss ; 
In  Jesus'  grace  my  soul  is  strong, 
Grace  is  my  hope,  and  Christ  my  song. 

'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near, 
And  'tis  by  grace  I  persevere ; 
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518  MISCELLANEOUS. 

'Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love. 
Free  grace  is  all  they  sing  above. 

5  Thus  'tis  alone  of  grace  I  boast ; 
And  'tis  in  grace  alone  I  trust; 

For  all  that's  past,  grace  is  my  theme, 
For  what's  to  come,  'tis  still  the  same. 

6  Through  endless  years,  of  grace  I'll  sing, 
Adore  and  bless  my  heav'nly  King ; 

I'll  cast  my  crown  before  his  throne, 
And  shout  free  grace  to  him  alone. 

HYMN  413.     L.M. 

Youth. 

YE  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth, 
Warn'd  by  the  voice  of  heav'nly  truth, 
Now  yield  to  Christ  your  youthful  prime, 
With  all  your  talents  and  your  time. 

2  Think  on  your  end — nor  thoughtless  say, 
"  I'll  put  far  off  the  evil  day ; 

Ah  !  not  a  moment's  in  your  pow'r, 
And  death  stands  ready  at  the  door. 

3  Eternitv  !  how  near  it  rolls  ! 
Count  the  vast  value  of  your  souls  ! 
Beware  !  and  count  the  awful  cost, 

What  they  have  gain'd  whose  souls  are  lost. 

4  Pride,  sinful  pleasures,  lusts,  and  snares, 
Beset  your  hearts,  your  eyes,  your  ears — 
Take  the  alarm — the  danger  fly  ! 

Lord ,  save  me,  be  your  earnest  cry. 

HYMN  414.     C.  M. 

Youth. 

YE  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  ev'ry  mortal  charm 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  519 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  mcve, 

If  once  compar'd  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see? 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind 
Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 

HYMN  415.     L.  M. 

To-day. 

HASTEN,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  0  hasten  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Before  this  ev'ning's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  0  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  0  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 


520  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  416.     L.  M. 

Wisdom. 

APPY  the  man  who  finds  the  grace- 


H 


The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race ; 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
And  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love ! 

2  Happy  is  he  who  thus  can  say, 

"  The  Lord,  the  Saviour,  died  for  me ;" 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
And  heav'nly  understanding  gains. 

3  Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  paths  of  peace ; 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross,  compared  with  her. 

4  He  finds,  who  wisdom  apprehends, 
A  life  begun,  that  never  ends ; 
The  tree  of  life  divine  she  is, 

Set  in  the  midst  of  Paradise. 

5  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains, 
In  whose  obedient  heart  she  reigns ; 
He  owns,  and  will  forever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heav'n,  are  one. 

HYMN  417.     L.  M. 

Why  art  tlwu  cast  down. 

BE  still,  my  heart!  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns  and  snares, 
They  cast  dishonor  on  the  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  C  21 

3  When  first  before  his  mercy-seat, 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit ; 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r. 

4  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  pass'd, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

5  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home  apace  to  God ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heav'n  will  make  amends  for  all. 

HYMN  418.     C.  M. 

God  dwells  with  the  humble  and  penitent, 

THUS  speaks  the  High  and  lofty  One, 
My  throne  is  fix'd  on  high ; 
There,  through  eternity,  I  hear 
The  praises  of  the  sky  : 

2  Yet,  looking  down,  I  visit  oft 

The  humble  hallow'd  cell ; 
And,  with  the  penitent  who  mourn, 
'Tis  my  delight  to  dwell. 

3  My  presence  heals  the  wounded  heart, 

The  sad  in  spirit  cheers  ; 
My  presence,  from  the  bed  of  dust, 
The  contrite  sinner  rears. 

4  I  dwell  with  all  my  humble  saints 

While  they  on  earth  remain  ; 
And  they,  exalted,  dwell  with  me, 
With  me  forever  reign. 

HYMN  419.     L.M. 

The  good  old  way. 

HP  HE  righteousness,  th'  atoning  blood 
-L    Of  Jesus  is  the  way  to  God  ; 

44* 


522  MISCELLANEOUS. 

0  may  we  then  no  longer  stray, 

But  come  to  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 

2  The  prophets  and  apostles  too, 
Pursu'd  this  path  while  here  below ; 
We  therefore  will,  without  dismay, 
Thus  walk  in  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 

3  With  faith  and  love  and  holy  care 
In  this  dear  way  I'll  persevere  : 
And  when  I  die,  triumphant  say, 
This  is  the  right,  the  good  old  way. 

HYMN  420.     S.  M. 

The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  : 
Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners  sing ; 
Sing  on  rejoicing,  ev'ry  day, 
In  Christ,  th'  exalted  King. 

4  Soon  shall  your  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  421.     L.M. 

Zion's  traveller  viewing  home. 

AS  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if,  cross  the  plains, 
He  eyes  his  home,  tho'  distant  still. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  523 

2  While  he  surveys  the  much  lov'd  spot, 

He  slights  the  space  that  lies  between ; 
His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 
Because  the  journey's  end  is  seen. 

3  Thus,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 

By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies ; 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

4  The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers, 

No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past ; 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

5  'Tis  there,  with  Jesus,  he's  to  dwell, 

To  spend  an  everlasting  day ; 
There  shall  he  bid  his  cares  farewell, 
For  he  shall  wipe  his  tears  away. 

HYMN  422.     H.  M. 

Rejoice  in  the  Lord  alway. 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  God  and  King  adore ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

2  Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  : 


524  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 


APPENDIX 


APPENDIX. 


HYMN  423.     L.  M. 

All  nature  invoked  to  praise  the   Creator. 

CELESTIAL  worlds  !  your  Maker's  name 
Resound  through  ev'ry  shining  coast : 
Our  God  a  nobler  praise  will  claim, 
Where  he  unfolds  his  glories  most. 

Stupendous  glohe  of  flaming  day  ! 

Praise  him  in  thy  sublime  career ; 
He  struck  from  night  thy  peerless  ray, 

Gave  thee  thy  path  and  guides  thee  there. 

Ye  starry  lamps,  to  whom  'tis  giv'n 

Night's  sable  horrors  to  illume ! 
Praise  him  who  hung  you  high  in  heav'n, 

With  vivid  fires  to  gild  the  gloom. 

Lightnings,  that  round  th'  Eternal  play ! 

Thunders,  that  from  his  arm  are  hurl'd  ! 
The  grandeur  of  your  God  convey, 

Blazing,  or  bursting  on  the  world. 

From  clime  to  clime,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Be  the  Almighty  God  ador'd  : 
He  made  the  nations  by  his  pow'r, 

And  rules  them  with  his  so v' reign  word. 

527 


528  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  424.     C.  M. 

Death  and  heaven. 

WHEN,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 
Mv  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God,  at  thy  command ! 

2  When  weeping  friends  surround  my  bed, 

And  close  my  sightless  eyes ; 
When  shatter' d  by  the  weight  of  years 
This  broken  body  lies  : 

3  When  ev'ry  long-lov'd  scene  of  life 

Stands  ready  to  depart ; 
When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart : 

4  0,  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave ! 

5  Lay  thy  supporting  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head  ; 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed  ! 

6  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast, 

May  I  resign  my  breath  ! 
And,  in  thy  fond  embraces,  lose 
"The  bitterness  of  death  !" 

HYMN  425.     C.  Iff. 

Almighty  power  and  majesty  of  God. 

THE  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might, 
The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks — and  in  his  heav'nly  height, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves — and  o'er  the  land 
With  threat'ning  aspect  roar  ; 


APPENDIX.  529 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

Howl,  winds  of  night,  jour  force  combine 

Without  his  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 

Disturb  the  sparrows  nest. 

His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 

And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend, 

To  celebrate  our  God, 

HYMN  426.     C.  M. 

Providences  reviewed. 

WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 

And  all  my  wants  redress'd ; 
When  silent  in  the  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt, 

To  form  themselves  in  pray'r. 

When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unseen  convey'd  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts, 
My  daily  thanks  employ ; 

45 


530  APPENDIX. 

Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart. 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

6  Thro'  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ! 
And,  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
Thy  mercy  still  explore. 

7  Thro'  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 

But,  0  !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

HYMN  427.     C.  M. 

i;  Be  still,  for  it  is  lie." 

THE  Christian  would  not  have  his  lot, 
Be  other  than  it  is ; 
For  while  his  father  rules  the  world, 
He  knows  that  world  is  his. 

2  He  knows  that  he  who  gave  the  best, 

Will  give  him  all  beside ; 
Assured  each  seeming  good  he  asks 
Is  evil,  if  denied. 

3  When  clouds  of  sorrow  gather  round, 

His  bosom  owns  no  fear ; 
He  knows,  where'er  his  portion  be, 
His  God  will  still  be  there. 

4  And  when  the  threaten'd  storm  has  burst. 

Whate'er  the  trial  be ; 
Something  yet  whispers  him  within, 
"  Be  still,  for  it  is  he  !" 

HYMN  428.     C.  M. 

The  fountain   of  Christ's  blood. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  piling' d  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 


APPENDIX.  531 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be — till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save ; 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

HYMN  429.     8s,  7s. 

Blessings  of  instruction. 

JESUS,  Lord  of  life  and  glory  ! 
Friend  of  sinners,  hear  our  lays ; 
Humbly  would  our  souls  adore  thee, 
Sing  thy  name  in  hymns  of  praise. 

2  We  are  debtors  to  thy  kindness, 

God  of  grace  and  boundless  love ! 
Thousands  wander  on  in  blindness, 
Strangers  to  the  light  above. 

3  But  'tis  ours  to  read  the  pages, 

Where  the .  rays  of  glory  glow  ; 
And  through  everlasting  ages, 
We  aspire  its  bliss  to  know. 

4  Jesus  !  on  this  arm  relying 

We  would  tread  this  earthly  vale  ; 
Be  our  life,  when  we  are  dying, 

Be  our  strength,  when  strength  shall  fail. 


532  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  430.     L.  M. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

WHEN  marsh all'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky ; 
One  star,  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 

2  Hark !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  ev'ry  host,  from  ev'ry  gem  : 
But  one,  alone,  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem  : 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all. 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  thro'  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd — my  peril's  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

HYMN  431.     C.  M. 

Looking  to  Calvary. 

I  SAW  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agony  and  blood  ; 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look  : 


APPENDIX.  533 

It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  all  my  tears  were  vain ; 
Where  could  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 

For  I  the  Lord  had  slain. 

A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 

I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live. 

"(Thus,  while  my  death  thy  sin  displays, 

In  all  its  blackest  hue ; 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 

It  seals  thy  pardon  too!" 

HYMN  432.     8s. 

Calvary. 

FROM  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard, 
A  long  reiterated  cry  : 
My  Saviour!  ev'ry  mournful  word 
Bespeaks  thy  soul's  deep  agony. 

A  horror  of  deep  darkness  fell 

On  thee,  the  Immaculate,  the  Just ; 

The  congregated  hosts  of  hell, 
Combin'd  to  shake  thy  filial  trust. 

The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  disgrace, 
These  thou  couldst  bear,  and  not  repine; 

But  when  Jehovah  veil'd  his  face, 
Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 

Let  the  dumb  world  her  silence  break ; 

Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky ; 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul,  awake! 

He  died,  that  we  may  never  die! 

Lord,  on  thy  cross  I  fix  my  eye  ; 
If  e'er  I  slight  its  pure  control, 

45* 


534  APPENDIX. 

0  let  that  dying  piercing  cry, 

Melt  and  reclaim  my  wand'ring  soul ! 

HYMN  433.     C.  M. 

Prospect  of  the  resurrection. 

THRO'  sorrow's  night  and  danger  s  path, 
Amid  the  deep'ning  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injur'd  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  pow'rs  decay, 
Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  These  ashes  poor,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise,  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

5  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  ev'ry  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  Ions:  silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

HYMN  434.     L.  M. 

TJie  Mer&y-seat. 

FROM  ev'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows, — 
From  ev'ry  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy -seat. 


APPENDIX.  535 

There  is  a  scene,  where  spirits  blend, — 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend 
Though  sunder  d  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd  ? 
Or  how,  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suff'ring  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

There,  there  on  eagle-wings  we  soar, 
And  sin,  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 
And  heav'n  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

0 !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still : 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 

HYMN  435.     7s. 

Sinners  exhorted  in  view  of  judgment. 

SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 


•530  APPENDIX. 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace  ! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 
And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pa—. 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve. 

Listen  to  the  gospel  voice ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

HYMN  436.     L.  M. 

Christ  knocking  at  the  heart  of  the  sinner, 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before 
Hath  waited  Ions: — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh.  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  vou  need  ; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes.  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dy'd  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine. 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heav'nly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him.  ere  his  anger  burn. 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him.  or  the  hour  s  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

HYMN  437.     L.M. 

The  striving  of  the  Spirit. 
O  AY.  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
^   Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, — 


APPENDIX.  '  537 

Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity ; 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'nly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man  ; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day, 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
Oh,  should' st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

HYMN   438.     L.  M. 

The  wanderer  invited  to  return. 

RETURN,  0  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  an  injur'd  Father's  face ; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace, 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  return 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live; 


538  •  APPENDIX. 

Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear  ; 
'Tis  God  who  says.  "  Xo  longer  mourn." 
Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

HYMN  -439.     8s,  7s,  4s. 

Sinners  invited  to  Christ, 

COME,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall ; 
If  vou  tarry  till  you're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all  : 

Not  the  rio'hteous — 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you — 
Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Aironizina'  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies  : 

"It  is  finish' d" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

4  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him.  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

Xone  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

5  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert. 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb ; 


APPENDIX.  539 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heav'n, 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name : 

Hallelujah  ! — 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

HYMN  440.     C.  M. 

Guest. 

AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprising  grace  ! — and  shall  my  heart 

Unmov'd  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, — 

His  soothing  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  forever  barr'd  ? 

4  'Tis  sin,  alas,  with  tyrant  pow'r, 

The  lodging  has  possest ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heav'nly  guest. 

5  Ye  dang'rous  inmates,  hence  depart, 

Dear  Saviour,  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  ev'ry  sin. 

HYMN  441.     12s. 

Free  grace  to  sinners. 

THE   voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape   to  the 
mountain, 
For  all  that  believe,  Christ  has  opened  a  fountain ; 
For  sin,  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely,  in  streams  of  salvation. 


540  APPENDIX. 

Chorus. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  bought  us  a  par- 
don ! 
We'll  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Saviour  repair ; 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy,  and  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a  moun- 
tain, 

His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  streams  from  this 
fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  king,  reigns  triumphantly  glorious; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  victorious  ! 
With  shouting  proclaim  it, — 0  trust  in  his  passioa, 
He  saves  us  most  freely ; — 0  glorious  salvation. 

4  Our  Jesus  proclaims  his  name  all-victorious, 

He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glorious  ; 
To  Jesus  we'll  join  with  the  great  congregation, 
And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the 

shore, 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  him   the 

more; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains,  on  the  banks  of  the 

river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever. 

HYMN  442.     L.  M. 

Distinguishing  grace  acknowledged. 

I  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes  from  far ; 
From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad ; 
It  soothes  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear : 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 

2  And  is  it  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice  ; 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice  ? 


APPENDIX.  541 

Alas,  for  those  ! — the  day  is  near, 
When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more ; 

Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 

The  voice,  they  would  not  hear  before. 

With  such,  I  own,,  I  once  appear'd, 

But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss ; 

For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard 
Than  mercy  utters,  from  the  cross. 

But  let  me  not  forget  to  own, 

That  if  I  differ  aught  from  those 
'Tis  due  to  so v' reign  grace  alone, 

That  oft  selects  its  proudest  foes. 

HYMN  443.     8s,  7s. 

A  miracle  of  Grace. 

HAIL,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

2  Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heav'n, 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much  ? — I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heav'n, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness ! 
Love  I  much? — I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir ! 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above ! 
While  astonish'd,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

46 


G 


12  APPENDIX. 

6  That  blest  moment  I  receiv'd  him, 
Flll'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace; 
Love  I  much  ? — I've  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

HYMN  444.     S.  M. 

Salvation  by  grace. 

RACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ; 
Harmonious  to  the  ear ! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  the  way, 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour,  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  clays ; 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

HYMN  445.     lis. 

Precious  Promises. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord. 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled  : 

2  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  0  be  not  dismay'd, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid, 
Til  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  "When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow ; 


j 


APPENDIX.  543 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. « 

4  "When  thro'  fierj^  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  onlv  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  "E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove, 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 

And   then,  when  gray  hairs   shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

6  "The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 

1  will  not,  I  cannot  desert  to  his  foes ; 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavour  to  shake, 
I'll  never — no  never — no  never  forsake." 

HYMN    446.     8s. 

The  presence  of  God. 

AS  panting  in  the  sultry  beam, 
The  hart  desires  the  cooling  stream ; 
So  to  thy  presence,  Lord,  I  flee ; 
So  longs  my  soul,  0  God,  for  thee ; 
Athirst  to  taste  thy  living  grace, 
And  see  thy  glory  face  to  face. 

2  But  rising  griefs  distress  my  soul, 
And  tears,  on  tears,  successive  roll: 
For  many  an  evil  voice  is  near, 

To  chide  my  wo,  and  mock  my  fear : 

And  silent  mem'ry  weeps  alone, 

O'er  hours  of  peace  and  gladness  flown. 

3  For  I  have  walked  the  happy  round 
That  circles  Zion's  holy  ground, 
And  gladly  swell'cl  the  choral  lays 

That  hymn'd  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 
What,  time  the  hallow' d  arch  along, 
Responsive  swell'd  the  solemn  song. 


544  APPENDIX. 

4  Ah !  why,  by  passing  clouds  oppress'd, 
Should  vexing  thoughts  disturb  my  breast? 
Turn,  turn  to  him  in  every  pain, 
Whom  never  suppliant  sought  in  vain ; 
Thy  strength,  in  joy's  ecstatic  day; 
Thy  hope,  when  joy  has  pass'd  away. 

HYMN  447.     8s. 

Hope  in  (I 'csjj air. 

ENCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign ; 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine  : 
Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load ; 
All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep; 
"While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight 

The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar — 
"  The  Lord  hath  forsaken  thee  quite: 

Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more/' 

3  Shine,  Lord !  and  my  terror  shall  cease ; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace — 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I : 
Speak,  Saviour !  for  sweet  is  thy  voice ; 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold ; 
Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries — 

My  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 

HYMN  448.     C.  M 

God's  presence  is  light  in  darkness. 

1\/TY  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
1>1    The  life  of  my  delights. 


APPENDIX.  545 

The  glory  of  my  brightest  clays, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning-Star, 
And  he  my  rising  Sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav 'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  "I  am  his" 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

HYMN  449.     8s,  7s. 

Grateful  recollection. 

C10ME  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
^   Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'cl  upon  it — 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand' ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

46* 


546  APPENDIX. 

3  Oh !  to  grace  how  groat  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace  now.  Tike  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart — 0  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

HYMN  450.     8s. 

Long intj  for  Christ. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  : 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I : 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  clntnge  in  my  mind, 
While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 


APPENDIX.  547 

Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore. 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

HYMN  451.     7s. 

Repentance  at  the  cross. 

HEAKTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent ; 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdu'd ; 
See  his  body,  mangled,  rent, 

Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucifi'd  God's  only  Son. 

Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Driv'n  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there ; 

Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Pierc'd  him  with  the  bloody  spear, 

Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 

While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 

Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain, 

Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue; 
Open  all  his  wounds  again, 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew? 
No !  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 
Break,  0  break,  my  bleeding  heart. 

HYMN  452.     C.  M. 

Restoring  grace. 

OW  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 

Yet  sov'reign  mercy  calls  "  Return :" 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ! 


548  APPENDIX. 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn ; 
Oh  take  the  wand'rer  home ! 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  pow'r, 

How  glorious,  how  divine ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour  I  adore ; 
Oh  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

HYMN  453.     C.  M. 

The  contrite  heart. 

OTHOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; — 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "  Return  ?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  Oh,  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 


APPENDIX.  549 

HYMN  454.     C.  M. 

Contrite  heart. 

THE  Lord,  will  happiness  divine 
On  contrite  hearts  bestow ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  Gocl !  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee  if  I  could ; 
But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more ; 
But,  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  the  house  of  pray'r ; 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  0,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache  ; — 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me ; 
And,  if  it  be  not  broken,  break ; 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

HYMN  455.     L.  M. 

Conviction.  ** 

OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 
Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit ! 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 
Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  oii  my  heart. 


550  APPENDIX. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would  :  but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r ; 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  sin  release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Nor  let  the  chariot  wheels  delay ; 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away! 

HYMN  456.     L.  M. 

Worship. 

RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  Wisdom  and  pleasure  dwell  at  home ; 

Retir'd  and  silent  seek  them  there  : 
This  is  the  way  to  overcome — 

The  way  to  break  the  tempter's  snare. 

3  0  thou,  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  sequester' d  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

4  Thro'  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heav'nly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  search'd  and  purifi'd. 


APPENDIX.  551 

Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 
Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 

Till  ev'ry  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 

That  God  hath  fix'd  his  dwelling  there. 

HYMN  457.     CM. 

Backsliding  and  returning. 

WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 
My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

3  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs. 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

4  Wretch  that  I  am  !  to  wander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fasten'd  to  thy  cross. 
Nor  ever  lose  thy  sight. 

HYMN  458.     7s. 

Humble  request, 

LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
0  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee, — here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  from  hence  we  could  not  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 


552  APPENDIX. 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

4  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  who  are  cast  clown  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

5  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  snpremely  kind ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

HYMN  459.     7s. 

The    Close  of  a  Meeting  for  Prayer. 

IF  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 
Christians  meet  for  social  pray'r ; 
If  'tis  sweet  with  them  to  raise 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise  : 
Passing  sweet  that  state  must  be 
Where  they  meet  eternally. 

2  Saviour,  may  these  meetings  prove 
Preparations  for  above ; 
While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace ; 
Till  we,  each  in  his  degree, 
Fit  for  endless  glory  be. 

HYMN    460.     8s,  7s,  4s. 

Invitation. — (ORIGINAL.) 

SINNERS !  we  are  sent  to  bid  you, 
To  the  gospel-feast  to-day ; 
Will  you  slight  the  invitation, 
Will  you,  can  you,  yet  delay  ? 
Jesus  calls  you  ; 
Come,  poor  sinners,  come  away. 

2  Come  !  0  come  !  all  things  are  ready — 
Bread  to  strengthen;  wine  to  cheer : 


APPENDIX.  553 

If  you  spurn  this  blood-bought  banquet, 
Sinners  can  your  souls  appear 
Guests  in  heaven, 
Scorning  heaven's  rich  bounty  here. 

Come!  0  come!  leave  father,  mother; 

To  your  Saviour's  bosom  fly : 

Leave  the  worthless  world  behind  you, 

Seek  for  pardon  or  you  die : 

"  Pardon,  Saviour," 

Hear  the  sinking  sinner  cry. 

Even  note  the  Holy  Spirit 
Moves  upon  some  melting  heart, 
Pleads  a  bleeding  Saviour's  merit — 
Sinner  will  you  say,  "Depart?" 
Wretched  sinner, 
Can  you  bid  your  God  depart  ? 

What  are  all  earth's  dearest  pleasures, 
Were  they  more  than  tongue  could  tell? 
What  are  all  its  boasted  treasures, 
To  a  soul  once  sunk  in  hell  ? 
Treasure !  Pleasure ! 
No  such  sounds  are  heard  in  hell. 

Fly !  0  fly  ye  to  the  mountain, 
Linger  not  in  all  the  plain  ! — 
Leave  this  Sodom  of  corruption, 
Turn  not,  look  not  back  again ; 
Fly  to  Jesus, 
Linger  not  in  all  the  plain. 

HYMN  461.     C.  M. 

The  good  Shepherd. 

SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  Lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

I  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 

47 


554  APPENDIX. 

'  For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
"The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust ; 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  heart 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

HYMN  462.     8s  &  us. 

Love  to    God. 

OLOYE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art; 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All,  taken  up  by  thee  ! 
I  thirst,  and  faint,  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love  : 
The  love  of  Christ  in  me. 

2  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
0  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart  ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

3  0  that  I  could  forever  sit 

With  Mary,  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice, 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

4  0  that,  with  humbled  Peter,  I 
Could  weep,  believe,  and  thrice  reply, 

My  faithfulness  to  prove,  „ 
Thou  know'st  (for  all  to  thee  are  known,) 
Thou  know'st,  0  Lord,  and  thou  alone. 

Thou  know'st  that  thee  I  love. 


APPENDIX.  555 

5  0  that  I  could,  with  favor  d  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 

6  Only  thy  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  in  earth  below  desire, 

But  this  in  heav'n  above  ; 
Let  earth,  and  heaven,  and  all  things  go, 
Give  me  thy  only  love  to  know, 

Impart  to  me  thy  love. 

HYMN  463.     L.  M. 

The    Christian  race. 

AWAKE  our  souls,  (away  our  fears, 
Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  begone!) 
Awake,  and  run  the  lieav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  pow'r 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their.everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply, 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 


556  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  464.     L.  M. 

Darkness  removed. 

WHEN  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears; 
Then,  my  Redeemer !  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  I  chide  my  unbelieving  heart, 

And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 
Or  harbor  one  hard  thought  of  thee. 

3  0,  let  me  then,  at  length,  be  taught 

(What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn), 
That  God  is  love  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ; 

But  when  my  faith  is  sharpty  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, — 

Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  0  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will ; 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 

6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive, 
Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 

HYMN  465.     8s. 

Death  of  a  brother. 

HOW  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  ; 
How  rich  is  the  soul  that  has  left 

This  wearisome  body  behind  ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 


APPENDIX.  557 

No  longer  in  misery  now, 
No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain ; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  him  again ; 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  his  innocent  clay ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  frame, 

And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 

3  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep ; 
These  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies — 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free ; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

4  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

Oh,  shall  I  not  shortly  become  ! 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

Ere  I  am  consign'd  to  the  tomb ! 

HYMN  466.     8s. 

Death  of  a  sister. 

TIS  finish'd  !  the  conflict  is  past, 
The  heav'n-born  spirit  is  fled ; 
Her  wish  is  accomplish'd  at  last, 

And  now  she's  entomb'd  with  the  dead. 
The  months  of  affliction  are  o'er, 

The  days  and  the  nights  of  distress ; 
We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more — 
She  has  gain'd  her  happy  release. 

47* 


558  APPENDIX. 

2  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 

Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now  ; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 

Since  Christ  was  her  life  when  below. 
Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 

To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 

And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 

3  The  victory  now  is  obtain'd ; 

She's  gone  her  dear  Saviour  to  see ; 
Her  wishes  she  fully  has  gain'd — 

She's  now  where  she  longed  to  be. 
Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain, 

That  she  has  now  gone  from  our  sight, 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 

With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 

HYMN  467.     S.  M. 

Issues  of  life  and  death. 

OH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul ! 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depth  to  sound. 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  ivhole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years — 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang- 
Around  the  second  death. 

5  Lord,  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  : — 


APPENDIX.  559 

Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest — 
Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love — the  rest 
Of  immortality. 

HYMN  468.     C.  M. 

Desiring  to  be  prepared for  death. 

IF  I  must  die,  oh  !  let  me  die 
With  hope  in  Jesus'  blood — 
The  blood  that  saves  from  sin  and  guilt 
And  reconciles  to  God. 

2  If  I  must  die,  oh  !  let  me  die 

In  peace  with  all  mankind, 
And  change  these  fleeting  joj^s  below, 
For  pleasures  more  refin'd. 

3  If  I  must  die — and  die  I  must — 

Let  some  kind  seraph  come, 
And  bear  me  on  his  friendly  wing, 
To  my  celestial  home. 

4  Of  Canaan's  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 

May  I  but  have  a  view ; 
Tho'  Jordan  should  o'erflow  its  banks, 
I'll  boldly  venture  through. 

HYMN  469.     C.  M. 

Death. 

DEATH  rides  on  ev'ry  passing  breeze, 
He  lurks  in  ev'ry  flow'r ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  ev'ry  hour ! 

2  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 
Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 


560  APPENDIX. 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  tow'rds  the  tomb; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

4  Turn,  mortal,  turn !  thy  danger  know. 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead  ! 

HYMN  470.     7s. 

The  dying  Christian  to  his  soul. 

VITAL  spark  of  heav'nly  flame  ! 
Quit,  0  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying ; 
Oh  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying ! 
Cease,  fond  nature  !  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper — angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  !" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Staals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath, 
Tell  me,  my  soul — can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes  ! — it  disappears  ! — 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes  ! — my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings !  I  mount !  I  fly  ! 
0  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

0  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

HYMN  471.     L.  M. 

The  Day  of  Judgment. 

THAT  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day? 

2  When  shriv'ling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heav'ns  together  roll ; 


APPENDIX.  561 

When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead ! 

3  Oh  !  on  that  day — that  awful  day, 

When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay — 
Be  thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

HYMN  472.     C.  M. 

Banishment  from    God  intolerable. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys — 

Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heart — 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word — "Depart." 

3  0 !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove,' — 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

4  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

HYMN  473.     L.  M. 

Christ's  coming  to  judgment. 

rpHE  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall  quake, 
JL    The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake, 
And  with'ring  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shall  pale  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  shall  come,  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowliness  he  came ; 
A  silent  lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 


562  APPENDIX. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come,  a  dreadful  form, 
With  rainbow  wreath,  and  robes  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  judge  of  all  mankind. 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray, 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 
Oppress'd  by  pow'r,  and  mock'd  by  pride,  - 
The  Nazarene,  the  crucified? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

"  Rocks  hide  us,  mountains  on  us  fall !" 
The  saints  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing,  "  the  Lord  is  come." 

HYMN  474.     L.  M. 

Eternity  joyful  and  tremendous. 

ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ! 
And  shall  I  waste  mv  ebbing  sand  ? 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity! — tremendous  sound! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound  ! 
But  0!  if  Christ  and  heav'n  be  mine. 
How  sweet  the  accents !  how  divine ! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  pray'r, 
An  int'rest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, — 
My  pardon  seal'd,  and  peace  with  God. 

4  But  should  my  highest  hopes  be  vain; 
The  rising  doubt,  how  sharp  the  pain  ! 
My  fears,  0  gracious  God,  remove, 
Confirm  my  title  to  thy  love. 

5  Search  Lord  !  0  search  my  inmost  heart, 
And  light  and  hope,  and  joy  impart; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 

And  guide  me  safe  to  heav'n  and  thee. 


APPENDIX.  563 

HYMN  475.     lis  &  5s. 

Sweet  home. 

AN  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wander'd  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures 
to  trace; 
In  the  pathway  of  sin,  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ; 
0  Saviour !  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay ; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting,  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home; 

The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home. 

Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms ! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home, 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

0  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home ! 

Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view ; 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his 

throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven  my 

home ! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home  ! 

The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 

"  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  there  shall  I  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home. 


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564  APPENDIX. 

6   Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more  : 
Their  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ; 

They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

HYMN  476.     8s. 

Longing  for  heaven. 

•0  Jesus  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  : 
0  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 
My  Saviour,  whom  absent,  I  love, 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power : 
Dissolve  thou  these  bonds  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee ; 
Ah !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free. 

When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  cloth'd  in  thy  glories,  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline ; 
0  then  shall  the  veil  be  remov'd, 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  pour'd; 
I'll  meet  him  whom  absent  I  lov'd, 

Shall  see — whom  unseen  I  ador'd. 
And  then  never  more  shall  the  fears, 

The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears. 

Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 

HYMN  477.     8s  &  6s. 

The   heavenly  rest. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wanderers  giv'n  : 


APPENDIX.  565 

There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast ; 
'Tis  found  alone — in  heav'n. 

There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driv'n ; 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise — and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heav'n. 

There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  with  amruish  riv'n  : 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene — in  heav'n. 

There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  giv'n; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom, 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn — of  heav'n. 


A 


HYMN"  478.     L.  M. 

Prayer  fur  Ziou's  increase. 

RM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake ! 
Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake. 


And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

Say  to  the  heathen,  from  the  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah — God  alone," 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt — 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt! 
But  to  each  conscience  be  appli'd, 
The  blood  that  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 

Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  ev'ry  land,  of  ev'ry  name ; 

48 


566  APPENDIX. 

Let  adverse  pow'rs  before  thee  fall* 
And  crown  the  Saviour — Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  479.     7s. 

Watchman!  what  of  the  night. 

WATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ? 
Trav'ler !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star! 
Watchman !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  fortell? 
Trav'ler !  yes  :  it  brings  the  day, — 
Promis'd  day  of  Israel ! 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night! 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  : 
Trav'ler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends ! 
Watchman !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Trav'ler!  ages  are  its  own, 

See  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  : 
Trav'ler !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wand' rings  cease  : 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home : 
Trav'ler !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

HYMN  480.     8s,  7s  &  4s. 

YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well, 
Friends,  connexions,  happy  country  ! 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 
Can  I  leave  you 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 


APPENDIX.  567 

Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 

Can  I  say  a  last  farewell? 
Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

Yes  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well ! 

Far  away,  ye  billows  bear  me ; 
Lovely  native  land  farewell ! 
Pleased  I  leave  thee, 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell, 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 

To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 
Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

HYMN  481.     7s  &  6s. 

The  gospel  banner. 

NOW  be  the  gospel  banner 
In  ev'ry  land  unfurl'd, 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna 

Re-echoed  through  the  world ; 
Till  ev'ry  isle  and  nation, 

Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 
Clio.  Now  be  the  gospel  banner,  &c. 

Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings,  • 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransom' d  captive  sings ; 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 


568  APPENDIX. 

The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 
Clio.  Now  be  the  gospel.  &c. 

HYMN  482.     7s. 

After  the  charge. 

WOULD  yon  win  a  soul  to  God  ? 
Tell  him  of  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
Say  how  Jesus'  bowels  move ; 

Tell  him  of  redeeming  love. 

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2  Tell  him  how  he  suffer  d  death  ; 
Freely  yielded  up  his  breath  ; 
Died,  and  rose  to  intercede, 

As  our  advocate  and  head. 

3  Tell  him  it  was  sov'reign  grace. 
Wrought  on  you  to  seek  his  face ; 
Made  you  choose  the  better  part. 
Brought  salvation  to  your  heart. 

4  Tell  him  of  that  liberty. 

AY  herewith  Jesus  makes  us  free  ; 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiv  n. 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heav  n. 

HYMN  483.     C.  M. 

The  ministerial  office. 

LET  Zion's  watchmen  ail  awake, 
And  take  tlr  alarm  they  give. 
Now  let  them,  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  awful  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import. 

The  pastor  s  care  demands  : 
But  what  mis-lit  fill  an  angel's  heart — 
It  fill'd  a  Saviours  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavnly  bliss  forego;— 
For  souls  which  must  forever  live. 
In  raptures,  or  in  wo. 


APPENDIX.  569 

4  May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preach 
Their  own  Redeemer,  see ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

HYMN  484.     7s. 

Am  I  called? — (ORIGINAL.) 

AM  I  call'd  ?  and  can  it  be  ! 
Has  my  Saviour  chosen  me  ? 
Guilty,  wretched  as  I  am, 
Has  he  nam'd  my  worthless  name  ? 
Vilest  of  the  vile  am  I, 
Dare  I  raise  my  hope  so  high  ? 

2  Am  I  call'd  ?  I  dare  not  stay, 
May  not,  must  not  disobey  ; 
Here,  I  lay  me  at  thy  feet, 
Clinging  to  the  mercy-seat ; 
Thine  I  am  and  thine  alone, 
Lord,  with  me  thy  will  be  done. 

3  Am  I  call'd  ?  what  shall  I  bring, 
As  an  off 'ring  to  my  King  ? 
Poor  and  blind,  and  naked  It 
Trembling  at  thy  footstool  lie, 
Naught  but  sin  I  call  my  own, 
Nor  for  sin  can  sin  atone. 

4  Am  I  call'd  ?  I  am,  I  am, 
Meanest  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb ; 
Am  I  call'd  ?  0  joy  of  joys, 
Earth,  I  spurn  thy  gilded  toys  ; 
Wash'd,  redeem'd  by  precious  blood, 
Heir  of  bliss,  a  child  of  God. 

5  Jesus,  Master,  wilt  thou  keep 

In  thy  fold  thy  wand'ring  sheep  ? 
Never,  never  let  me  roam, 
Never  seek  another  home ; 
Keep  me  ever  near  thy  side, 
Thy  example  still  my  guide. 

48* 


570  APPENDIX. 

6  To  thy  bosom,  Lord,  I  fly, 

For  thee  I'll  live,  to  thee  I'll  die ; 
Ever  hold  me  in  thy  hand. 
Guide  me  to  that  better  land, 
Where  my  soul  shall  be  at  rest, 
Pillow'd  on  a  Saviour's  breast. 

HYMN  485.     lis  &  10s. 

Invitation  to  the   Young. — (original.) 

(^lOME,  youthful  sinners,  come  now  to  the   Sa- 
J  viour — 

Come,  ye  young  wand'rers,  again  to  his  side, 
Kneel  at  his  mercy-seat,  sue  for  his  favor, 
Lambs  of  his  bosom,  for  whom  he  hath  died. 

2  Come  to  his  temple  in  life's  dawning  morning, 

Give  up  your  souls  to  the  guide  of  your  youth  ; 
How  sweet  is  grace  the  young  bosom  adorning, — 
What  robe  so  fair  as  the  raiment  of  truth. 

3  Can  you  find  pleasure  in  pathways  unholy  ? 

Hope  ye  for  comfort  in  warid'ring  from  God  ? 
Anguish  and  shame  wait  the  vot'ries  of  folly, 
Earth  has  no  comfort  not  found  in  his  blood. 

4  Has  he  not  died  for  you  ?  look'  on  this  table ; 

Here  see  the  tokens  of  sorrow  and  love  ! 
Lives  he  not  now  for  you  ?  Jesus  is  able 

To  keep  you  through  life  and  to  bless  you  above. 

HYMN  486.     8s  k  7s. 

Forsaking  all  to  follow    Christ. 

ESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despis'd,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  ev'ry  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hop'd,  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heav'n  are  still  my  own. 


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APPENDIX.  571 

2  Let  the  world  despise,  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
Human  hearts,  and  looks  deceive  me, 

Thou  art  not  like  them  untrue ; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  call'd  thee  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heav'n  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me. 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee. 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  ev'ry  station, 

Something  still  to  do,  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee ; 

Child  of  Heav'n,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  pray'r  ; 
Heav'n's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 


572  APPENDIX. 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  pray'r  to  praise. 

HYMN  487.     H.  M. 

Sahbath  Morning. 

WELCOME,  delightful  morn ! 
Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ; 
From  low  delights,  and  mortal  toys, 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  ; 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quick'ning  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours  : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbath  be  indulg'd  in  vain. 

HYMN  488.     L.  M. 

Sabbath  Evening. 

IS  there  a  time  when  moments  flow, 
More  peacefully  than  all  beside  ? 
It  is,  of  all  the  times  below, 
A  Sabbath  eve  in  summer  tide. 

2  0  then  the  setting  sun  smiles  fair, 
And  all  below,  and  all  above, 
The  difFrent  forms  of  nature  wear 
One  universal  garb  of  love. 


APPENDIX.  573 

And  then  the  peace  that  Jesus  beams, 
The  life  of  grace,  the  death  of  sin, 

With  nature's  placid  woods  and  streams, 
Is  peace  without,  and  peace  within. 

Delightful  scene  !  a  world  at  rest, 

A  God  all  love,  no  grief  nor  fear ; 
A  heav'nly  hope,  a  peaceful  breast, 

A  smile  unsullied  by  a  tear. 

If  heav'n  be  ever  felt  below, 

A  scene  so  heav'nly,  sure,  as  this, 

May  cause  a  heart  on  earth  to  know 
Some  foretaste  of  celestial  bliss. 

Delightful  hour,  how  soon  will  night 
Spread  her  dark  mantle  o'er  thy  reign, 

And  morrow's  quick  returning  light, 
Must  call  us  to  the  world  again. 

Yet  will  there  dawn  at  last  a  day, — 

A  S-un  that  never  sets  shall  rise ; 
Night  will  not  veil  his  ceaseless  ray, 

The  heav'nly  Sabbath  never  dies  ! 

HYMN  489.     C.  M. 

Spring. 

WHEN  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 
And  blossoms  deck  the  spray; 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  ev'ry  gale. 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day ! 

Hark !  how  the  feather'd  warblers  sing ! 

'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice ; 
Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

0  God  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 

Thy  heav'nly  gifts  impart ; 
Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 

Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart. 


574  APPENDIX. 

4  Inspir'd  to  praise,  I  then  shall  join 
Glad  nature's  cheerful  song ; 
And  love,  and  gratitude  divine 
Attune  my  joyful  tongue. 

HYMN  490.     Ts. 

Spring. 

PLEASING  spring  again  is  here ! 
Trees  and  fields  in  bloom  appear ! 
Hark  !  the  birds,  with  artless  lays, 
Warble  their  Creator's  praise  ! 

2  Lord,  afford  a  spring  to  me  ! 
Let  me  feel  like  what  I  see  : 
Ah  !  my  winter  has  been  long, 
Chill'd  my  hopes,  suppress'd  my  song. 

3  How  the  soul  in  winter  mourns, 
Till  the  Lord,  the  Sun,  returns  ! 
Till  the  Spirit's  gentle  rain 
Bids  the  heart  revive  again ! 

4  0  beloved  Saviour  haste, 

Tell  me  all  the  storms  are  past ; 
Speak,  and  by  thy  gracious  voice 
Make  my  drooping  soul  rejoice. 

HYMN  491.     7s. 

Neio  Year. 

WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 

2  Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little — none  can  know. 

3  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 


APPENDIX.  575 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies, 
Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind : 

4  Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 
Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

5  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 
With  eternity  in  view. 

6  Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  the  Saviour's  love ; 

And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

HYMN  492.     C.  M. 

Evening  Twilight. 

I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  ev'ry  cumb'ring  care 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  pray'r. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 


576  APPENDIX. 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

HYMN  493.     L.  M. 

An  evening  thought. — (ORIGINAL.) 

HAST  thou,  my  soul !  improv'd  each  pow'r 
With  zeal,  this  day,  for  God  and  man  ? 
Hath  diligence  mark'd.ev'ry  hour, 

As  though  this  day  might  close  the  span  ? 

2  Oh !  if  another  op'ning  morn 

On  earth,  should  never  smile  on  thee, 
Wert  thou  to  meet  another  dawn 
In  yon  unknown  eternity — 

3  Should'st  thou  with  grief  review  this  day, 

And  tremble  at  Jehovah's  rod  ? 

Or,  wouldst  thou  calmly  soar  away, 

To  welcome  an  approving  God  ? 

HYMN  494.     C.  M. 

An  evening  hymn. 

(TRANSLATED  FROM  THE  GERMAN.) 

AND  now  another  day  is  past ; 
The  Sun  has  left  our  shore  ; 
And  weary  lab'rers  homeward  haste — 
Their  daily  toil  is  o'er. 

2  But,  mighty  God,  thy  wakeful  eye 

Needs  not  sleep's  balmy  pow'r; 
0,  be  thy  watchful  Spirit  nigh, 
In  night's  unguarded  hour. 

3  For  day  and  night,  alike  to  thee, 

Are  glorious  and  bright ; 
Thy  dwelling-place  is  brilliancy, 
And  thou  thyself  art  light. 

4  From  Satan's  sway — from  sin's  control, 

Do  thou  protect  my  heart  ; 
Nor  from  thee  let  this  wand'ring  soul, 
E'en  in  a  dream  depart. 


APPENDIX.  577 

5  From  ev'ry  light  and  vain  desire, 

This  sinful  bosom  free  ; 
My  heart  would  burn  with  holy  fire — 
An  altar,  Lord,  for  thee. 

6  With  confidence,  I'll  take  my  rest, 

Relying  on  thy  love  ; 
Be  ev'ry  rising  fear  represt, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  remove. 

7  But  if  this  night  should  be  my  last, 

And  end  my  transient  days, 
I'll  live  to  thee  when  death  is  past, 
A  sinless  life  of  praise. 

HYMN  495.     8s,  7s  &  4s. 

Hope  encouraged. 

OMY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 
Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness  ; 

Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone ; 
Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 

Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 

Often  fill  thee  with  dismay, 
Thou  shalt  conquer — 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

From  without  and  from  within ; 
Jesus  saith  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee ; 

But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin : 
He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee. 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road ; 

49 


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578  APPENDIX. 

His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee ; 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God ! 
Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer  s  name. 

5  Oh,  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 
Like  the  heav'nly  hosts  above, 

Who  forever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 

Happy  songsters ! 

When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ! 

HYMN  496.     C.  M. 

The  World  a  Wilderness. 

THIS  world's  a  dreary  wilderness, 
Where  turbid  waters  flow  ; 
No  blooming  flowers  of  paradise, 
But  thorns  profusely  grow. 

2  We  lose  our  friends,  our  wealth  decays, 

And  life  is  full  of  pain  ; 
For  various  good  we  wait  and  wish, 
But  wish  and  wait  in  vain. 

3  Our  hand  outstretch' d  to  seize  the  prize, 

The  phantom  flies  away ; 
And  leaves  us  to  relentless  grief, 
An  unexpected  prey. 

4  Jesus  our  Saviour,  now  to  thee, 

With  hasty  steps  we  come ; 
Our  only  refuge  here  below, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

5  'Midst  rising  winds  and  beating  storms, 

Reclining  on  thy  breast, 
We  find  in  thee  a  hiding-place, 
And  here  securely  rest. 


APPENDIX.  579 

HYMN  497.     8s,  8s  &  6s. 

Reflection. 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres, 
Around  the  steady  poll : 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  endless  deeps. 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly, 
"  Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

That  you  must  groan  and  die." 

3  My  soul  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  A  heav'n  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  state, 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine. 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

HYMN  498.     C.  M. 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  saints;  or  earth  and  heaven. 

LORD !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply  : 
No  cheering  fruits,  nor  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy ! 

2  But  pricking  thorns  through  all  the  ground, 
And  mortal  poisons  grow ;. 


580  APPENDIX. 

And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below, 

With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray : 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlasting  day. 

5  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

6  See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  travelers  home. 

HYMN  499.     lis  &  10s. 

The  mercy -seat. 

COME  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel : 
Here  bring  vour  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  vour 
anguish, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure. 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter  in  mercy  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God  pure  from  above; 

Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  come  ever  knowing, 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heav'n  can  remove, 


APPENDIX.  581 

HYMN  500.     C.  M. 

Faith  prevailing  in  times  of  sickness  and  trouble. 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 
And  long  to  fly  away  : — 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above  : 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own  : 

4  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  the  covenant  of  his  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend  : 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  fountain  be ; 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss, 
0  Lord,  direct  from  thee  ! 

HYMN  501.     8s,  7s  &  4s. 

Zions  increase  prayed  for. 

SAVIOUR  visit  thy  plantation  ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 
Lord  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

49* 


582  APPENDIX. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  ! 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die.       Lord,  &c. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish' d, 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  !  Lord,  &c. 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 

Help  can  only  come  from  thee  :  Lord,  &c. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  ? 
Old  professors  tall  as  cedars, 

Bright  examples  to  our  youth:  Lord,  &c. 

6  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 
Some,  alas !  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show.  Lord,  &c. 

7  Younger  plants — the  sight  how  pleasant : 

Cover'd  with  thick  blossoms  stood ; 
But  they  cost  us  grief  at  present, 

Frost  has  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud !       Lord,  &c. 

8  Dearest  Saviour  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again : 
0,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain.  Lord,  &c. 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'r; 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares.    Lord,  &c. 
10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh.  Lord,  &c. 


APPENDIX.  583 

HYMN  502.     8s  &  7s. 

Zion's  Joy. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 
What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters 

Springing  from  eternal  love ; 
To  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 

Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river, 
Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 

Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appearing, 
Round  each  tent  by  night  and  day, 

For  a  glory,  and  a  cov'ring, 
Safe  to  guide  them  all  the  way. 

Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 

HYMN  503.     C.  M. 

Importance  of  the  Season  of  Youth. 

OIN  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 
With  vital  ardor  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, — 

Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  pow'rs 
Are  yet  by  vice  enslav'd, 


584  APPENDIX. 

Be  thy  Creators  glorious  name 
And  character  engrav'd. 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days ; 
And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways  : 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the  woes  of  age, 

With  vain  regret  deplore, 
And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 
That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gain'd, 

In  age  will  give  thee  rest ; 
0,  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  ev'ning  blest ! 

HYMN  504.     C.  M. 

Parents  Prayer  for  their  Children. 

THO'  parents  may  in  cov'nant  be, 
And  have  their  heav'n  in  view ; 
They  are  unhappy  till  they  see 
Their  children  happy  too. 

2  Their  hearts  with  inward  anguish  bleed, 

When  all  attempts  prove  vain, 
And  they  pursue  those  paths  that  lead 
To  everlasting  pain. 

3  They  warn,  indulge,  correct,  beseech, 

While  tears  in  torrents  flow ; 
And  'tis  beyond  the  pow'r  of  speech, 
To  tell  the  griefs  they  know. 

4  Till  they  can  see  victorious  grace 

Their  children's  souls  possess, 
The  sparkling  wit,  the  smiling  face, 
But  adds  to  their  distress. 

5  See  the  fond  father  clasp  his  child ; 

Hark  !  how  his  bowels  move — 


APPENDIX.  585 

Shalt  thou,  my  offspring,  be  exil'd 
From  God,  my  Father's  love  ? 

6  Shall  cruel  spirits  drag  thee  down 

To  darkness  and  despair, 
Beneath  th'  Almighty's  angry  frown, 
To  dwell  forever  there  ? 

7  Kind  heav'n,  the  dreadful  scene  forbid, 

Look  down,  dear  Lord,  and  bless ; 
I'll  wrestle  hard  as  Abr'am  did, 
May  I  obtain  success  ! 

HYMN  505.     C.  M. 

Death  of  a  Minister. 

"C>N WRAPT  in  thickest  shades  of  night, 
JLi  Oh  Lord,  thy  ways  appear ; 
But  yet  we  own  they  all  are  right, 
Though  seemingly  severe. 

2  Now  we  lament  our  errors  past, 

With  sighs,  and  groans,  and  tears, 
The  num'rous  moments  run  to  waste 
Amidst  perplexing  cares. 

3  The  labors  of  thy  servant,  Lord, 

By  us  were  misimprov'd ; 
Too  little  have  we  read  thy  word, 
Too  much  the  world  have  loved. 

4  Thy  visitation  now  is  come, 

Our  pastor  is  no  more ; 
We  meet  within  thy  sacred  dome, 
And  here  our  loss  deplore. 

5  Great  God,  while  in  our  widow'd  state, 

Oh  leave  us  not  alone  ; 
Help  us  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  wait, 
Till  thou  in  love  return. 

6  Let  not  the  candlestick  remove 

From  this  thine  own  abode ; 


586  APPENDIX. 

But  let  our  supplications  prove 
That  we  prevail  with  God. 

7  0  send  a  messenger  of  peace, 
A  pastor  of  thy  choice ; 
Bid  all  our  sighs  and  sorrows  cease, 
And  cause  us  to  rejoice. 

HYMN  506.     C.  M. 

Christian  Fellowship. 

OUR  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 
Cemented,  mixt  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burn'd  within, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heav'ns  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'r, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood ; 
Oh  !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim' d  by  thee  thine  own  : 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  nice  to  face. 


APPENDIX.  587 

HYMN  507.     S.  M. 

The   Convert. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
0  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  0  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely ; 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

HYMN  508.     lis,  12s. 

I  would  not  Live  alway. 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  of  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

T  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetter  d  by  sin ; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

I  would  not  live  alway ;  no — welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 


588  APPENDIX. 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns : 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul ! 

HYMN  509.     7s. 

Self- Examination. 

TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought : — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  w^orse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove — 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain — 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin — 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ! 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do ; 
You  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me — is  it  so  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd — 


APPENDIX.  589 

Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun  ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

HYMN   510.     L.  M. 

Presence  of  Clirist  with  his  Worshippers. 

WHERE  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sov' reign  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  pray'r  and  praise : 

"There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "will  I  be 
Amid  that  little  company ; 
To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glory  round  the  place." 

We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 

Relying  on  thy  faithful  word ; 

0  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  love. 

HYMN  511.     C.  M. 

A  Holy  Heart  Desired. 

OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek ; 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak ; 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone ! 

50 


590  APPENDIX. 

3  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 
And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Holy,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine  ! 

HYMN  512.     L.  M. 

Prayer  for  a  S>c7c  Minister. 

OTHOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down ; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  his  flock. 

2  Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 

And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

3  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tend'rest  ties, 
In  ev'ry  breast  his  image  lies ; 
Thy  pitying  aid,  0  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

4  Yet,  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  pray'rs  and  tears  cannot  prevail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

HYMN  513.     CM. 

Middle  Age. 

AND  have  I  measur'd  half  my  days, 
And  half  my  journey  run, 
Nor  tasted  the  Redeemer's  grace, 
Nor  yet  my  work  begun  ? 

2  The  morning  of  my  life  is  past ; 

The  noon  is  almost  o'er ; 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast, 
When  I  can  work  no  more. 

3  0  Thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 

Thyself  unseen,  unknown, 


APPENDIX.  591 

In  mercy  help  my  unbelief, 
And  melt  my  heart  of  stone. 

Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long-sought  blessing  give, 
And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 

Behold  thy  face  and  live. 

HYMN  514.     C.  M. 

Pearl  of  Great  Price, 

YE  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth  adieu  ! 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  spacious  baits  of  sense ; — 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

0,  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  store  resign ; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd  ; 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  forever  bless'd. 

6  Dear  Sov'reign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
Accept  the  praise  that  grace  inspires, 
Since  I  can  call  thee  mine. 


592  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  515.     7s. 

Clioosing  the  Heritage  of  God's  People. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God  ! 
I  have  sought  the  world  around ; 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found ; 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns, — a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave, 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  : 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore — 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 

Ev'ry  idol  I  resign. 

HYMN  516.     lis. 

Acquaint  Thyself  icith  God. 

ACQUAINT    thee,    0    mortal!    acquaint    thee 
with  God ; 
And  joy,  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on  thy  road  ; 
And  peace,  like  the  dew-drop,  shall  fall  on  thy  head; 
And  sleep,  like  an  angel,  shall  visit  thy  bed. 

2  Acquaint  thee,  0  mortal !  acquaint  thee  with  God ; 
And  he  shall  be  with  thee  when  fears  are  abroad, 
Thy  safeguard,  in  danger,  that  threatens  the  path, 
Thy  joy,  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 

HYMN  517.     C.  M. 

Parting  with  Carnal  Joys. 

.l\/rY  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
-UjL  And  bids  the  world  farewell : 
Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mischievous  as  hell. 


APPENDIX.  593 

2  No  longer  will  I  ask  your  love, 

Nor  seek  your  friendship  more ; 
The  happiness  that  I  approve, 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  earth 

That  suits  my  large  desire ; 
To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth, 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

4  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
There  sits  my  Saviour,  dress' d  in  love, 
And  there  my  smiling  God. 

HYMN  518.     CM. 

Love  to  the  Creatures  is  Dangerous. 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below ! 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  da  ger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood ; 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

50* 


594  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  519.    C.  M. 

In  Behalf  of  Orphans. 

OH  gracious  Lord,  whose  mercies  rise 
Above  our  utmost  need  ! 
Incline  thine  ear  unto  our  cry, 
And  hear  the  orphan  plead. 

2  Bereft  of  all  a  mother's  love, 

And  all  a  father's  care, 
Lord,  whither  shall  we  flee  for  help  ? 
To  whom  direct  our  prayer  ? 

3  To  thee  we  flee — to  thee  we  pray — 

Thou  shalt  our  Father  be ; 
More  than  the  fondest  parent's  care 
"We  find,  0  Lord,  in  thee ! 

4  Already  thou  hast  heard  our  cry, 

And  wip'd  away  our  tears ; 
Thy  mercy  has  a  refuge  found 
To  guard  our  helpless  years. 

5  0  let  thy  love  descend  on  those 

Who  pity  to  us  show ; 
Nor  let  their  children  ever  taste 
The  orphan's  cup  of  wo. 

HYMN  520.     L.  M. 

Amen. 

AMEN  !  My  Father  hears  my  prayers, 
He  knows  my  sorrows,  counts  my  tears ; 
He  never  said  to  Jacob's  race, 
In  vain  ye  seek  your  Father's  face. 

2  Amen  !  My  precious  Jesus  lives, 
And  access  to  his  people  gives ; 

A  rainbow  now  surrounds  the  throne ; 

And  in  his  name  I  boldlv  come. 

./ 

3  Amen !    The  Spirit  will  impart 
His  sacred  influ'nce  to  mv  heart ; 


APPENDIX.  595 

He'll  teach  and  help  me  when  I  pray, 
Nor  shall  I  go  asham'd  away. 

4  Amen  !  The  words  thy  lips  pronounce, 
The  wishes  of  my  soul  announce ; 
And  God  more  willing  is  to  give, 
Than  I  am  willing  to  receive. 

5  Amen  !  I  said,  when  first  I  gave 
Myself  to  Christ  that  he  might  save ; 
And  still  my  tongue  repeats  that  word, 
Whene'er  I  call  upon  my  Lord. 

6  Amen  !  I  will  not  faint  or  cease, 
But  wait  as  long  as  he  shall  please ; 
Depending,  praying,  pressing  on, 
Till  to  himself  he  takes  me  home. 

7  Amen  !  The  cov'nant  is  secure, 

In  all  things  order'd  well,  and  sure ; 
The  promises  confirm'd  remain 
In  Christ  their  yea,  in  him  Amen. 

8  Amen !  This  is  the  Saviour's  name, 
He  is  the  faithful,  true  Amen ; 
And  he  hath  said,  so  shall  it  be, 
Amen  to  all  eternity. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

1.  L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

2.  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

3.  C.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

4.  C.  M. 

TO  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine ; 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

5.  S.  M. 

TO  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  one  ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Co-equal  honors  done. 


DOXOLOGIES.  597 

6.     7s. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

7.     H.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne, 
Perpetual  honors  raise; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son ; 

To  God  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  pow'rs,  eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 

8.  L.  P.  M. 

NOW  to  the  great,  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  power  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

9.  C.  P.  M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God,  whom  Heaven's  triumphant  host 
And  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
And  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

10.     8s. 

THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend ; 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  pow'r, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end ;' 


598  DOXOLOGIES. 

2  Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  ; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

11.     7s. 

PRAISE  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  him  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  him  all  ye  heavn'ly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 


INDEX   TO   THE   HYMNS. 


HYMNS. 

I.  Universal  Praise 1  &  423 

II.  The  Scriptures 5  &  429 

III.  Being  and  Attributes  of  God 15  &  425 

IV.  Trinity 37 

V.  Creation 40 

VI.  Providence 43  &  426 

VII.  Fall  and  Depravity  of  Man 58 

VIII.  Redemption 66  &  428 

IX.  Covenant  of  Grace 77 

X.  Jesus,  Saviour 82 

His  Divinity ". 88 

His  Incarnation 91  &  480 

His  Life  and  Ministry 100 

His  Sufferings  and  Death 105  &  491 

His  Resurrection  and  Ascension 116 

His  Exaltation  and  Intercession 125  &  434 

His  Offices 131  &  435 

XL  Holy  Spirit 135  &  437 

XII.  Church  of  Christ 145  &  501 

XIII.  Blessings  of  the  Covenant 160  &  438 

The  Call .' 160  &  439 

Converting  Grace 175  &  441 

Regeneration 178 

Justification 184 

Adoption 189  &  445 

[  Communion  with  God 193  &  446 

Sanctification....r. 196 

Perseverance 200  &  444 

Happiness  of  the  Christian 203  &  449 

XIV.  Repentance 209  &  451 

XV.  Faith 220 

XVI.  Prayer  and  Worship 230  &  456 

XVII.  The  Sacraments 240 

Baptism 240  &  461 

Lord's  Supper 245  &  460 

XVIII.  Moral  Law '262 

Love  to  God,  the  substance  of  the  first  Table 266  &  462 

Love  to  man,  the  substance  of  the  second  Table 271 

XIX.  Watchfulness 277  &  463 

XX.  Christian  Warfare 280 

XXI.  Time 285 

XXII.  Death 288,  4G5,  466  &  470 

XXIII.  Resurrection 306  &  433 

XXIV.  Judgment 310  &  471 

XXV.  Eternity 316  &  474 

Heaven 317  &  475 

Hell 323 

XXVI.  Times  and  Seasons 325 

Missions 325  &  478 

Ordination 328  &  482 

Confirmation 330  &  484 

Laying  the  Corner  Stone  of  a  Church 333 


600  INDEX   TO   THE   HYMNS. 

HTMN3. 

Dedication  of  a  Church 334 

Charity 336 

Lord's  Day 342  &  487 

Seasons  of  the  Year 353  &  489 

New  Year 3-39  &  491 

Morning  and  Evening 362  &  492 

Fast  and  Thanksgiving  Days .• 373 

Temptations  and  Afflictions 381  &  495 

Sickness  and  Recovery 389  &  500 

XXVII.  Miscellaneous 392 

Abraham's  offering  his  son 397 

Age,  Middle 513 

Age,  Old 445  &  508 

Bethesda's  Pool 396 

Carnal  Joys,  parting  with 517 

Cast  down,  why  art  thou? 417 

Creature's  love  to,  dangerous 512 

Convert,  the 507 

Dismission 352 

Examination,  Self-  509 

Fear  of  God 394 

Fellowship,  Christian 506 

Fig-tree,  barren 405 

Grace,  saved  by 412 

Heart,  a  holy,  desired 511 

Heritage  of  God's  people,  choosing  the 515 

Humility 393 

Humble  and  penitent,  God  dwells  with 418 

Jacob  wrestling  with  God 398 

Ministry,  the  Gospel 395 

Minister,  prayer  for  a  sick 512 

"          death  of  a..... 505 

Orphans,  prayer  in  behalf  of 519 

Parents,  prayer  of  for  their  children 504 

Pearl  of  great  price 514 

Peter's  Fall  and  Recovery 399 

Pharisee  and  Publican 402 

Presence  of  Christ  with  his  worshippers 510 

Prodigal,  the 401 

Race,  running  the  Christian 409 

Rich  fool,  the  surprised 403 

"     man  and  Lazarus 404 

Serpent,  brazen 408 

Sheep,  lost,  found 406 

Sinai  and  Zion 410 

Sincerity 392 

Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb 420 

Thief,  the  converted 400 

To-Day 415 

Travellers,  Zion's 421 

Types  of  Christ 407 

Way,  the  good  old 419 

"Wisdom 416 

Youth 413  &  503 

Zion's  Joy 502 

"       Increase 501 

Doxologies,  page  596 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


The  figures  indicate  the  number  of  the  Psalm  or  Hymn.  ] 


PSALMS. 

A  morning  psalm. 3  pt.    1 

An  evening  psalm, 4  pt.    2 

Adam  and  Christ 8  pt.    2 

A  song  of  praise  for  peace  and 

national  blessings,  21  pt.    2 

Atheism  exposed, 36  pt.    1 

A  penitent  pleading  for  par- 
don,   51  pt.    1 

A  prayer-hearing  God, 65  pt.    1 

A  prayer  of  the  Church  for  de- 
liverance from  great  afflic- 
tions,   74  pt.    2 

A  general  song  of  praise  to  God,  86  pt.    1 

A  blessed  gospel, 89  pt.    4 

A  psalm  for  the  Lord's  day,...  92  pt.    1 

Aged  saints, 92  pt.   2 

A  psalm  before  prayer, 95  pt.    1 

A  psalm  before  sermon, 95  pt.   2 

A  holy  God  worshipped  with 

reverence, 99  pt.    2 

A  prayer  for  the  afflicted, 102  pt.    1 

A    Christian     blessed    in    his. 

family, 128 

At  the  ordination  of  a  minis- 
ter,  132  pt.    1 

At  the  dedication  of  a  church, ..132  pt.    2 
A  complaint  against  personal 

enemies, 140 

H  TOUTS. 

A  general  song  of  praise, 4 

A  song  of  praise  to  the  Holy 

Trinity, 39 

A  song  to  creating  wisdom,...  42 

Angels'  song, 92 

Adoption, 189 

Abba,  Father, 190 

A  shite  of  nature  and  of  grace,  198 

A  living  faith, 221 

A  saint  prepared  to  die, 295 

A  happy  resurrection, 308 

A  prospect  of  the  resurrection,  309 
At  the  ordination  of  a  minis- 
ter,   329 

51 


A  blessing  requested, 350 

After  sermon,  351 

At  dismission, 352 

A  morning  song, 363 

A  morning  hymn, 366 

An  evening  song, 367 

An  evening  hymn 368,  369,  370,  494 

Afflictions*  sanctified    by   the 

word, 386 

All  nature  invoked  to  praise 

the  Creator, 423 

Almighty  power  and  majesty 

of  God, 425 

A  miracle  of  grace, 44  3 

After  the  charge, 482 

Am  I  called, 484 

An  evening  thought, 493 

A  holy  heart  desired, 511 

Acquaint  thyself  with  God,...  516 

Amen, 520 

PSALMS. 

By  nature  all  men  are  sinners,  14  pt.    1 

Breathing  after  heaven, 90  pt.    3 

Blessing  God  for  his  goodness 

to  soul  and  body, 103  pt.    1 

Bless  the  Lord,  his  angels,  and 

all  his  works, 103  pt.    3 

Breathing  after  holiness, 119  pt.  11 

Breathing    after   comfort  and 

deliverance,  119  pt.12 

Benefit  of  afflictions,  and  sup- 
port under  them, 119  pt.14 

Brotherly  love, 133 

Brotherly  reproof.    A  morning 

or  evening  psalm, 141 

HYMNS. 

Bible  indited  and  preserved  by 

the  Spirit, 12 

Being  of  God, 15 

Birth  of  Christ, 93,  94,  99 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 109 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit,  144 

Behold,  he  prayeth, 232 


602 


INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS. 


Baptism, 240 

Bread  and  wine ...  252 

Brotherly  love, 275 

Blessed  are  the  dead  that  die 

in  the  Lord. 297 

Before  sermon, 349 

Brazen  serpent 

Bv  grace  are  ye  saved. 412 

Be  still,  for  it  is  he, 427 

Blessings  of  instruction 429 

Backsliding  and  returning,....  457 
Banishment    from   God  intol- 
erable,   472 

PSALMS. 

Complaint  in  sickness, 6 

Complaint  under  temptation...  13 

Confession  of  onrpoverty:  and 

saints  the  best  company 16  pt.    1 

Christ  exalted  to  the  kingdom,  21  pt.    3 
Christ  forsaken  on  the  cross...  22  pt.    1 

Christ  crucified, 22  pt.    2 

Christ's  Ascension, 24  pt.    2 

Confession  and  pardon, 32  pt.   2 

Creatures  vain;  and  God  all- 
sufficient, 33  pt.   2 

Charity  to  the  poor 37  pt.2,  41 

Christ  our  sacrifice 4<   pt.    3 

Christ  and  his  Church, 45  pt.    2 

Christ  ascending  and  reigning,  47 

Complaints    against   invading 

foes, 59 

Christ's  passion,  and  sinner's 

salvation, 69  pt.    1 

Christ    is    our    strength    and 

righteousness, 71  pt.    2 

Christ's  kingdom    among  the 

Gentiles, 72  pt.   2 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient 

Providence,.-. 77  pt.    2 

Complaint     of      the     Church 

against  enemies, 79 

Christ    the    defender    of     his 

Church, 80  pt.    3 

Christ's  mediatorial  kingdom,  89  pt.    5 
Christ    reigning    and    coming 

to  judgment, 97  pt.    1 

Communion  with  saints, 106  pt.    1 

Correction  for  sin,  and  release 

by  prayer 107  pt.   2 

Christ's  kingdom  and  priest- 
hood,  110  pt.    2 

Christ   the  foundation   of  his 

Church,  118  pt.    3 

Christians   love  peace, 120 

Creation,  providence   and  re- 
demption.  135  pt.    2 

HYMN'S. 

Creation, 40,  41 

Corrupt    nature    from    Adam,  58 


Christ's  commission, 74 

Covenant  love, 

Christ   is   the    eternal    Son   of 

<:  i •! S9 

Christ  sustained  the  pains  of 

hell 108 

Crucifixion    to    the   world   by 

the  cross  of  Christ, 113 

Christ's  intercession  prevalent,  129 

Christ  our  high  priest 133 

Comfort    for     the    Church  in 

trouble 149 

Christ  reigning, 159 

Come,  for  all  things  are  ready,  162 
Come  and  buy  without  money 

and  without  price, 168 

Converting  grace, 175,  176 

Christians  the  sons  of  God,....  192 
Communion    with     God    and 

Christ,  193 

Communion  with  Christ  at  his 

table 246 

Christ  the  bread  of  life, 257 

Christian  love 276 

Christ's  presence  makes  death 

easy 292 

Confirmation, 330,  331 

Charity, 336.  337.  338,  339,  340,  341 

Confidence  in  our  Mediator,...  3S7 
Complaint  and  hope  in  sick- 
ness,    389 

Christ  the  way,  the  truth,  and 

the  life, 411 

Calvary, 432 

Christ  knocking  at  the  heart 

of  the  sinner, 436 

Contrite  heart, 454 

Conviction, 455 

Christ's  coming  to  judgment,  473 

Christian  fellowship 506 

Choosing  the  heritage  of  God's 

people, 515 

PSALMS. 

Deliverance  from  despair, 18  pt.  1 

Divine  instruction, 25  pt.  2 

Distress  of  soul, 25  pt.  3 

Deliverance  from  death 31  pt.  1 

Deliverance  from  slander  and 

reproach, 31  pt.  2 

Deliverance    from    great    dis- 
tress,     40  pt.  1 

Desertion  and  hope, 42  pt.  1 

Death  and  resurrection 49  pt.  2 

Deliverance  from  persecution,  53  pt.  2 

Daily  devotions, 55  pt.  2 

Deliverance  from  oppression,..  56  pt.  1 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult, 118  pt.  1 

Delight  in  Scripture 119  pt.  5 

Divine  protection, 121  pt.  1 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion,...  134 


IXDEX   OF    SUBJECTS. 


eo: 


HYMNS. 

Desiring  communion  with 
God, 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me, 

Death  of  a  believer, 

Death  of  a  saint, 

Dying  in  the  embraces  of  God, 

Death  dreadful,  or  .delightful, 

Death  of  a  young  child, 

Death  of  a  young  person, 

Day  of  judgment, 

Depart,  I  know  you  not, 

Death  and  heaven, 

Distinguishing  grace  acknow- 
ledged  

Darkness  removed, 

Death  of  a  brother, 

Death  of  a  sister, 

Desiring  to  be  prepared  for 
death,  

Death, 

Death  of  a  minister, 

HYMNS. 

Eternity  of  God, 

Exhortation  to  prayer,  

Eternity, 

Evening, 

Eternity  joyful  and  tremen- 
dous,  

Evening  twilight, 

PSALMS. 

For  the  Lord's-day  morning,.. 
Faith  in  the  grace  and  power 


194 
239 
293 
294 
296 
299 
301 
303 
310 
314 
424 

442 
464 

4!:5 
466 

468 
469 
505 


17 

233 
316 

371,  372 

474 
492 


62 

Fervent  praise, 

108 

HYMNS. 

Faithfulness  of  God, 

30 
76 

Faith, 

220 

Faith  in  Christ  our  sacrifice,.. 

Faith  of  things  unseen, 

Faith  of  the  ancients, 

Forbid  them  not, 

223 
224 
225 

243 
258 

Frail  life,  and  succeeding  eter- 

288 

Funeral  hymn — a  voice  from 

290 

291 

Funeral  hymn — death, 

For  missionary  associations, . . . 

For   missions   to    new    settle- 
ments in  the  United  States, 

For  morning  or  evening, 

For  a  public  fast  in  war,  pre- 
paring for  peace, 

300 
325,  327 

326 
362 

375 
394 

Free  grace  to  sinners, 

441 

Forsaking  all  to  follow  Christ, 

Faith  prevailing  in   times  of 

sickness  and  trouble, 


PSALMS. 

God  the  Father  vindicates  his 
Messiah. 2 

God  tae  Son  reveals  the  divine 
decree, 2 

God  the  Holy  Ghost  invites 
and  warns  persecutors"  and 
infidels. 2 

God  our  defence  from  sin  and 
Satan, 3 

God  our  portion  and  Christ  our 
hope 4 

God's  care  of  his  people,  and 
punishment  of  persecutors,.. 

God  loves  the  righteous  and 
hates  the  wicked. 

God  the  refuge  of  the  afflicted, 

General  providence  and  spe- 
cial grace, 36 

God  creates  pence, 46 

God's  care  of  his  people, 56 

God  glorified  in  the  obedience 
and  death  of  Christ, 69 

God  our  portion  here  and  here- 
after,    73 

God  protects  his  Church, 

God  the  supreme  ruler;  or 
magistrates  warned, 

Grace  and  glory, 84  pt.    2  97 

God  our  support  and  comfort,  94 

God's  care  of  the  patriarchs,... 105 

Grace  shining  in  difficulties 
and  trials, 119 

Going  to  church, 

Grace  tried, 139 

God  is  the  hope  of  the  helpless, 


God's  eternity 

God  incomprehensible, 

God  unchangeable, 

God's  sovereignty, , 

God  invisible, 

Goodness  of  God, 

God  exalted  above  all  praise, 

God  our  preserver, 

God  reconciled  in  Christ, 

God  the  Son    equal  with  the 

Father, . 

Gethsemane. 

Gazing  on  the  Cross, 

God  hath  commanded  all  men 

everywhere  to  repent, 

Godly  sorrow  arising  from  the 

sufferings  of  Christ, 

Guest, 


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7 

11 

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20 

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32 

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72 

90 

106 

115 

209 


213 

110 


604 


INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS. 


God's    presence    is     light    in 

darkness, 448 

Grateful  recollection, 449 

TSALMS. 

Hope  in   God  for  deliverance 

from  enemies, 64 

Hope  prevailing  over  despoil-        m 

dency, 77  pt.    1 

Holiness  and  comfort  from  the 

word, 119  pt.    6 

Holy   fear  and   tenderness  of 

conscience, 1 19  pt.13 

Holy  resolutions, 119  pt.  15 

Humility  and  submission, 131 

Hallelujah, 150  pt.   2 

HYMNS. 

Holiness  of  God, 29 

Hope  in  the  covenant, 81 

He  suffered, 105 

He  suffered  and  died, 107 

He  was  crucified, Ill 

He  sitteth  at  the  right  hand  of 

God,  .'. 127 

Human  righteousness  insuffi- 
cient to  justify, 186 

Holiness  and  grace,  199 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth, 203 

Happy  in  the  salvation  of  God,  206 

Happiness  found  only  in  God,  209 

Hardness  of  heart  lamented,...  214 

His  flesh  is  meat  indeed, 254 

Holy  fortitude, 281 

Heaven, 318,  322 

Hope  of  heaven, 319 

Hell,  or  the  vengeance  of  God,  323 

Hell, 324 

Hezekiah's   song;  or  sickness 

and  recovery, 390 

Humility, 393 

Hope  in  despair, 447 

Humble  request, 458 

Hope  encouraged, 495 

PSALMS. 

Imprecations       mixed       with 

charity, 35  pt.    1 

Israel's  rebellion  and  punish- 
ment,   78  pt.   2 

Israel  punished  for  intempe- 
rance,   78  pt.   3 

Infirmities  and  death  the  ef- 
fects of  sin, 90  pt.    2 

Instructive  afflictions, 94  pt.    1 

Israel  led  through  the  wilder- 
ness to  Canaan 105  pt.    3 

Israel    led     to    Canaan,    and 

Christians  to  heaven, 107  pt.    1 

Intemperance     punished    and 

pardoned, 107  pt.    3 


Instruction  from  Scripture  ...119  pt.  4 
Imperfection    of    nature,    and 

perfection  of  Scripture, 119  pt.   7 

I  have  gone  astray  like  a  lost 

sheep,  .' 119  pt.19 

HYMNS. 

It  is  well, 57 

It  is  Christ  that  died, 112 

It  is  finished, 114 

I    know    that    mv    Redeemer 

liveth ' 120 

Intercession  of  Christ, 130 

Invocation  to  the  Holy  Spirit,  143 

I  will  trust  and  not  be  afraid,  222 

Infant  baptism, 241 

Improvement  of  baptism, 244 

Invitation, 250,  251,  460 

Importance  of  time, 285 

Issues  of  life, 467 

Invitation  to  the  young, 485 

Importance  of   the    season   of 

youth, 503 

I  would  not  live  alway, 508 

In  behalf  of  orphans, 519 

PSALMS. 

Jesus  is  my  shepherd, 23  pt.    1 

Justification     and     sanctifica- 

tion 32  pt.    1 

Jesus  is  our  king, 61  pt.    2 

HYMNS. 

Jubilee 75 

Jesus,  the  gift  of  God, 83 

Jesus  the  only  Saviour, 84 

Jesus, 85 

Jesus  is  God  and  Man, 88 

Justification, 184 

Justification  by  faith,  not  by 

works, 185 

Judgment, 315 

Jacob  wrestling  with  God, 398 

HYMN. 

King, 134 

PSALMS. 

Longing  for  the  house  of  God,  84  pt.    3 

Loss  of  friends  and  absence  of 

divine  grace 88 

Let  all  the  angels  of  God  wor- 
ship him, 97  pt.   2 

Love  to  enemies  from  the  ex- 
ample of  Christ, 109 

HYMNS. 

Love  of  God 33 

Love  to  the  Church, 140 

Later-day  glory, 157 

Life  the  only  accepted  time.....  172 


INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS. 


605 


Let  a  man    examine  himself, 

and.  so  let  him  eat, 

Love  to  God, 

247 
267,  462 

268 

269 

270 

272 

Love  to  our  enemies  from  the 

273 

Love  and  charity, 

274 

346 

347 

Looking  to  Calvary, 

Longing  for  Christ, 

431 

450 
476 

518 

Love  to  creatures  is   danger- 
ous,   

PSALMS. 

Mourning  over  unbelief,  and 
pleading  for  the  evidence 
of  an  interest  in  Christ, 86  pt.    2 

Mortality  and  hope.    A  funeral 

psalm, 89  pt.    2 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 

A  funeral  psalm, 90  pt.    1 

Mercy  in  the  midst  of  judg- 
ment,  103  pt.   2 

Miracles  attending  Israel's 
journey, 114 

Mourning  under  afflictions  of 

mind  and  body, 143 

HYMNS. 

Mysteries  to  be  explained  here- 
after,   *    50 

Mysteries  are  in  thy  hand, 51 

Millennium, 15S 

My      son,      give      me      thine 

heart, 170 

Man  is  of  few  days,  and  full  of 

trouble, 289 

Morning  hymn,  364,  365 

Middle  age, 513 

PSALM. 

Nations    blest    and   punished. 

A  psalm  for  America, 107  pt.    5 

HYMNS. 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ, 86 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ  cruci- 
fied,    256 

New  year, 359,  360,  361,  491 

PSALMS. 

Obedience  is  better  than  sac- 
rifice,   50  pt.    2 

Original  and  actual  sin  con- 
fessed,  , 51  pt.    2 

51 


On    a   day  of  humiliation    in 

war, 60 

Our  graces  tried  by  afflic- 
tions,  .". 66  pt.    1 

HYMNS. 

Omnipresence  and  omniscience 

of  God, 25 

Omniscience  of  God, 26 

One  God  in  Three  Persons,....  38 

Original  sin, 59 

Original  sin  ;  or  the  first  and 

second  Adam, 62 

Our  example,  102 

Our  good  works  are  no  part 
of  our  righteousness  before 
God, 18S 

On  the   first   approach  at  the 

Lord's  table, 332 

On     laying    the    foundation- 

ston>, 333 

Opening  a  place  of  worship,...  334,  335 

On  a  fast-day  for  the  revival 

of  religion, 373 

On  a  national  fast  in  war, 374 

On  a  public  fast  during  nation- 
al judgments, 376 

On  a  fast-day  during  pesti- 
lence or  general  sickness,...  377 


PSALMS. 

Prayer  heard  and  saints  saved ; 
or  pride,  atheism  and  op- 
pression punished, 10 

Prayer  in  time  of  war, 20 

Pious   rulers   are   the   care  of 

heaven, 21  pt.    1 

Prayer  and  hope, 27  pt.    2 

Praise  for  eminent  deliver- 
ance,    34  pt.    1 

Peace  and  holiness, 34  pt.    3 

Prayer  for  pardon  and  health,  38 

Prudence  and  zeal, 39  pt.    1 

Practical  atheism, 53  pt.    1 

Prayer   for    deliverance   from 

enemies, 54 

Praise    for    protection,   grace 

and  truth, 57 

Praise    to     God    for    hearing 

prayer, 66  pt.    2 

Praise  for  common  and  special 

mercies, 68  pt.    3 

Protection     against    personal 

enemies, 70 

Providences   recorded  for  the 

instruction  of  children, 78  pt.    1 

Protection  from  evil,  guard  of 

angels,  and  salvation, 91  pt.    2 

Praise  for  the  gospel,  98  pt.    1 


606 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Praise  to  our  Creator, 100 

Prayer  beard,  and  the  Church 

revived, 102  pt.    2 

Providence, 104  pts.  2,  3  &  4 

Public  thanks  for  private  deli- 
verance,  116  pt.    2 

Praise  to  God  from  all  nations,  117 

Public   praise  for  deliverance 

from  death, 118  pt    2 

Pleading  the  promises, 119  pt.  18 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace,.. IP.)  pt.  16 
Preservation  by  day  and  night,  121  pt.    2 
Praise   for   surprising   delive- 
rance to  nations, 126  pt.    1 

Persecutors  punished, 129 

Pardoning  grace 130 

Praise  due  to  God  alone, 135  pt.    3 

Praise  to  God  for  His    good- 
ness and  truth, 146  pt.    1 

Praise  to  God  for  His  power, 

mercy,  and  truth, 146  pt.   2 

Providence  and  grace, 147  pt.    1 

Praise  to   God  from    all   His 
creatures, 14S 

HYMNS. 

Praise  from  all  creatures, 3 

Prophecy  and  inspiration 6 

Power  and  dominion  of  God,..  24 

Providence  equitable  and  kind,  4S 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer, •  70 

Praise  to  Christ, 96 

Prayer  for  the  increase  of  the 

Church, 151 

Prayer  for  the  Jews, 154 

Praise  for  conversion, 177 

Perseverance, 200,  201 

Persevering  grace, 202 

Prayer  of  a  penitent, 21S 

Prayer, 231 

Pray  without  ceasing, 234 

Prayer  answered  by  crosses,...  237 

Preparation, 248,249 

Practical  use  of  the  moral  law,  265 
Pleading  w  ith  God  under  afflic- 
tion,   385 

Praise  for  recovery  from  sick- 
ness,   391 

Peter's  fall  and  recovery, 399 

Providence  reviewed, 426 

Prospect  of  the  resurrection,...  433 

Precious  promises, 445 

Prayer  for  Zion's  increase, 478 

Parents'  prayer  for  their  chil- 
dren.   504 

Presence  of   Christ    with    His 

worshippers, 510 

Prayer  for  a  sick  minister, 512 

Pearl  of  great  price, 514 

Parting  with  carnal  joys, 517 


I.MS. 

Rejoicing  in  God, 18  pt.  3 

Religious  education 34  pt.  2 

Repentance   and  faith  in   the 

blood  of  Christ, 51  pt.  3 

Recovery  from  sickness, 116  pt.  1 

Repentance  and  obedience,.. ..119  pt.  3 
Restoring      and      persevering 

grace, 13S 

BYMN8. 

Resignation  to  Providence,....  54,  55 

Redemption  by  Chri.-t 66 

Redemption      by     price     and 

power, 67 

Redeeming  love, 68 

Redemption  by  Christ  alone,..  69 

Rainbow  of  the  covenant, 77 

Redeemer  praised  by  angels....  126 

Resolve, 174 

Regeneration, 180 

Regeneration  the  work  of  the 

Spirit 182 

Repentance    from   a    sense    of 

Divine  goodness, 210 

Repentance  at  the  cross, 211 

Repentance  flowing  from  the 

patience  of  God, 212 

Resurrection 306 

Running  of  the  Christian  race,  409 

Rejoice  in  the  Lord  always....  422 

Repentance  at  the  cross, 451 

Restoring  grace, 452 

Reflection, 497 

PSALMS. 

Safety  and  hope  in  evil  times,  12  pt.  1 
Support  in  death,  and  hope  of 

the  resurrection, 16  pt.    3 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded,  IS  pt.    2 

Saints  dwell  in  heaven 24  pt.    1 

Self-examination;  or,  Evidence 

of  grace, 26 

Storm  and  thunder, 29 

Sickness  healed, 30 

Sick-bed  devotion, 39  pt.    3 

Safety  in  Divine  Providence,..  43 

Support  for  the  afflicted   and 

tempted  soul, 55  pt.    1 

Safetv  in  God.. 61  pt.    1 

Seeking  God, 63  pt.   3 

Salvation  by  Christ, 85  pt.   2 

Safety  in  public  distress   and 

dangers, 91  pt.    1 

Spiritual-mindedness, 119  pt.    2 

Sanctified  afflictions, 119  pt.  18 

Summer  and  winter, 147  pt.   2 

HYMNS. 

Salvation, 71 

Salvation  by  grace  in  Christ...  73 


TNDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


60' 


Stability  of  the  covenant 78 

Support  in  God's  government 

under  trouble, 80 

Saviour, 87 

Salification  implored 196 

Sanctification  and  pardon, 197 

Seeking  pardon, 219 

Suffer  little  children  to  come 

unto  me, 242 

Saints  rest  in  their  graves, 298 

Submission    under    bereaving 

providences, 302 

Support  in  God  under  the  loss 

of  dear  friends, 304 

Saints  sleep  in  Jesus, 305 

Sinners  and  saints  in  the  wreck 

of  nature 311 

Spring, 355,  489,  490 

Summer — a  harvest  song, 356 

Summer,  or  the  great  harvest,  357 

Sincerity  and  truth, 392 

Submission    and    deliverance  : 

or  Abraham's  offering  his  son,  397 

Sinai  and  Zion, 410 

Sinners   exhorted  in   view   of 

judgment, 435 

Sinners  invited  to  Christ, 439 

Salvation  by  grace, 444 

Sweet  home, 475 

Sabbath  morning, 487 

Sabbath  evening, 488 

Self-examination, 509 

PSALMS. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  right- 
eous and  the  wicked, 1 

The  sovereignty  and  goodness 

of  God, 8  pt.    1 

The  hosannah  of  the  children,     8  pt.    3 

The  wisdom  and  equity  of  Pro- 
vidence,      9  pt.   2 

The  Lord  will  judge  the  wicked, 

and  save  His  people, 12  pt.   2 

The  folly  of  persecutors, 14  pt.   2 

The  character  of  a  saint,  or  the 

qualifications  of  a  Christian,  ]  5 

The  sufficiency  of  Christ,  16  pt.   2 

The  portion  of  saints  and  sin- 
ners,    17  pt.    1 

The  hope  and  heaven  of  be- 
lievers,    17  pt.    2 

The  conqueror's  song, 18  pt.    5 

The  book  of  nature  and  Scrip- 
twe, 19  pt.    1 

The  W  ord  of  God  most  excel- 

lent> 19  pt.   2 

The  book  of  nature  and  Scrip- 
ture compared, 19  pt.    3 

The    sufferings   and   glory    of 

Christ, 22  pt.    3 

The  Lord  our  Shepherd, 23  pt.   2 


.   2 
.   2 

44 


The  Church  is  our  delight  and 

safety, 27  pt. 

The  love  of  Christ  typified  in 

David, 35  pt. 

The  rewards  of  the  righteous 

and  the  wicked 37  pt. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  right- 
eous and  wicked, 37  pt. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal,  39  pt. 
The  incarnation  and  sacrifice 

of  Christ, 40  pt 

Trust  in  God's  goodness 42  pt 

The  Church's  complaint  in  per- 
secution,   

The  glory  of  Christ,  and  the 

power  of  His  gospel, 45  pt.    1 

The  safety  of  the  Church, 46  pt.    1 

The  Church  is  the  honor  and 

safety  of  a  nation, 48  pt.    1 

The  worship  and  order  of  the 

Church, 48  pt.    2 

The  vanity  of  life  and  riches,..  49  pt. 

The  last  judgment, 50  pt. 

The  judgment  of  hypocrites,...  50  pt. 
I  The    disappointment    of    the 

wicked, 

The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day,  63  pt. 
Theloveof  God  better  than  life,  63  pt. 
The  providence  of  God  in  air, 

earth,  and  sea 65  pt. 

The  blessings  of  the  spring,...  65  pt. 
The  prosperity  of  the  nation, 

and  increase  of  the  Church, 
The  vengeance  and  compassion 

of  God, 68  pt. 

The  ascension  of  Christ,  and 

the  gift  of  the  Spirit, 68  pt. 

The    sufferings    and    zeal    of 

Christ, 69  pt. 

The  aged  saint's  reflection  and 

hope, 71  pt. 

The    aged   Christian's    prayer 

and  song, 71  pt. 

The  kingdom  of  Christ, 72  pt. 

The  mystery  of  Providence  un- 
folded,   73  pt. 

The    Church    pleading    under 

sore  persecution, 74  pt. 

The  hand  of  God  acknowledged, 
The  prayer  of  the  Church  under 

affliction, 80  pt. 

The  vineyard  of  God  wasted,..  80  pt. 
The  warnings  of  God  to  His 

people, 

The    prayer    of    the    Church 

against  persecutors, I 

The  pleasure  of  public  worship,  84  pt. 

The  Christian  Church 1 

The  covenant  made  with  Christ,  89  pt. 

The  faithfulness  of  God, 89  pt. 

The  power  and  majesty  of  God,  89  pt. 


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INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


The  covenant  of  grace  un- 
changeable,   89  pt.   6 

The  eternal  and  sovereign  God,  93 

The  first  and  second  coming  of 

Christ, 96  pt.  4 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles, 96  pt.    2 

The    Messiah's     coming    and 

kingdom, 98  pt.   2 

The  kingdom  and  majesty  of 

Christ, 99  pt.    1 

The  magistrate's  psalm, 101 

The  saints  die,  but  Christ  and 

the  Church  live, 102  pt.    3 

The  glory  of  God  in  creation 

and  providence, 104  pt.    1 

The  plagues  of  Egypt, 105  pt.   2 

The  unchangeable  love  of  God,  106  pt.    2 

The  mariner's  psalm, 107  pt.   4 

The  success  of  the  gospel, 110  pt.    1 

The  counsel  of  peace, 110  pt.   3 

The   wisdom  of  God   in   His 

works, Ill  pt.    1 

The  perfections  of  God, Ill  pt.   2 

The  blessings  of  the  pious  and 

charitable, 112 

The  sovereignty  and  goodness 

of  God, 113 

The  true  God  is  our  refuge,  or 

idolatry  reproved, 115 

The  resui-rection  of  Christ  and 

our  salvation, 118  pt.   4 

The  blessedness  of  saints,  and 

misery  of  sinners, 119  pt.    1 

The  excellency  and  variety  of 

Scripture, 119  pt.   8 

The  teaching  of  the  Spirit  with 

the  Word, 119  pt.    9 

Thanksgiving  for  deliverance 

from  national  calamities,....  124 

The  trials  and  safety  of  be- 
lievers,   125 

The  joy  of  conversion, 126  pt.   2 

The   blessing  of  God  on  the 

cares  and  comforts  of  life,...  12V 

The  privileges  of  the  Church 

under  the  New  Testament,..132  pt.    3 

The   Church   is    God's    house 

and  care, 135  pt.    1 

The  wonders  of  creation,  pro- 
vidence, and  redemption,....  136 

The  sorrows  of  Israel  in  cap- 
tivity,   137 

The  omniscience  and  omni- 
presence of  God, 139  pt.   1 

The   wisdom   of    God   in   the 

formation  of  man, 139  pt.    2 

The  mercies  of  God  innumera- 
ble.    An  evening  psalm, 139  pt.   3 

The  vanity  of  man, 144  pt.   2 

The  happy  nation, 144  pt.   3 

The  greatness  of  God, 145  pt.    1 


The  goodness  of  God, 145  n't 

The  mercy  of  God, 145  pt.    3 

The  seasons  of  the  year, 147  pt.    3 

The  triumph  of  believers, 149 

HYMNS. 

The  Bible, 5 

The  Holy  Scriptures, 7,  11 

The  inspired  Word,  a  system 

of  knowledge  and  joy, 8 

The  usefulness  of  the  Scrip- 
tures,   9 

The    light   and   glory   of    the 

Word, 10 

The  gospel  of  Christ, 13 

The  power  of  the  gospel, 14 

The  unity  of  God, 16 

The  Infinite, 19 

The  justice  of  God, 28 

Truth  and  faithfulness, 31 

The    loving-kindness    of    the 

Lord, 34 

The  Holy  Trinity 37 

The  blessings  of  Providence,..  43 

The  mysteries  of  Providence,..  44 

The  Lord  will  provide, 47 

The  darkness  of  Providence,...  49 
Trust  in  Divine  Providence,...       52,  53 

The  first  and  second  Adam,...  60 

The  fall  and  recovery  of  man,..  61 

The  evil  heart, 63 

The  effects  of  the  fall  lamented,  65 

The  name  of  Jesus, 82 

The  birth  of  Christ, 91 

The  Incarnation, 95,  97,  98 

The  Redeemer's  message, 100 

The  example  of  Christ, 101 

Transfiguration, 104 

The  love  of  a  dying  Saviour,..  110 
The  resurrection  of  Christ,  116,  117,  118 
The  resurrection  of  Christ,  a 

pledge  of  ours, 119 

The  resurrection  and  ascension 

of  Christ, 121 

The  ascension  of  Christ,...  122,  123,  124 

The  exalted  Saviour, 125 

The  intercession  of  Christ, 130 

The  offices  of  Christ, 131,  132 

The   operations   of  the   Holy 

Spirit, 135 

The   influences    of    the    Holy 

Spirit  experienced, 137 

The  Spirit's  influences  sought,  138 

The  promised  Comforter, 139 

The  witnessing  and  sealing  of 

the  Holy  Spirit, 140 

The  blessings  of  the  Spirit,....  141 

The  Holy  Spirit  invoked, 142 

The  Church, 145 

The  Church  triumphant, 147 

The  Church's  complaint, 14S 


INDEX   OF    SUBJECTS. 


609 


The  future  peace  and  glory  of 
the  Church. 

150 

155 

156 
160 
161 
163 

164 
167 
171 

173 
179 

191 

204 

205 

207 
217 
226 
227 
230 
235 

236 
238 
245 
253 
255 
260 
262 
263 
264 

266 
271 
280 
282 
286 
287 

307 

312 
313 

320 
321 
328 
345 

318 

353 
354 
378 

379 

The  glory  of  the  Church  in  the 

latter  day, 

The  invitation  of  the  gospel,.. 

The  Lord's  call, 

The  call, 

The  care  of  the  soul,  the  one 

thing  needful 

The  Saviour's  invitation, 

The    heavy-laden    invited    to 
Christ, 

The  privileges  of  the  sons  of 

God, 

The  happiness  of  the  C  hristian, 
The  dignity  and  happiness  of 

The  pleasures  of  a  good  con- 
science,   

The  penitent, 215,  216 

The  Lord's  prayer, 

The  song  of  Hannah,  an  en- 
couragement to  prayer, 

The  effort, 

The  love  of  Christ 

Thanksgiving, 

The  sinner  found  wanting, 

Thou  shalt  love  the  Lord  thy 
God, 

Thou  shalt  love  thy  neighbor, 
The  Christian  warfare 

The  Christian  warrior, 

Time  is  short, 

The  wisdom  of  redeeming  love, 
Triumph  over  death  in    hope 

of  the  resurrection, 

The     second     appearance     of 

Christ, 

The  books  opened, 

The  worship  of  heaven, 

The  heavcnlv  Canaan 

The  commission, 

The  Lord's  day, 342,  343,  344 

The  eternal  Sabbath, 

Thou  crownest  the  year  with 

Thy  goodness, 

The  seasons, 

Thanksgiving  for  victory 

Thanksgiving      for      national 
peace, 

Thanksgiving  for  health  after 

pestilence, 380 

Temptations, 381,  383 

Tempted,  but  living  to  Christ 

the  Refuge, 382 

The  Christian's  temptation  mo- 
derated,   a   proof    of   God's 

fidelity, 384 

The  hope  of  heaven  our  sup- 
port under  trials, 388 

The  gospel  ministry, 395 

The  sinner  cured, 396 

The  converted  thief, 400 

The  prodigal, 401 

The  Pharisee  and  publican,,...  402 

The  rich  fool  surprised, 4U3 

The  rich  man  and  Lazarus,....  404 

The  barren  fig-tree, 405 

The  lost  sheep  found  j  or,  joy 
in  heaven  on  the  conversion 

of  a  sinner, 406 

Types  of  Christ, 407 

To-day, 415 

The  good  old  way, 419 

The   song  of  Moses   and    the 

Lamb, 420 

The  fountain  of  Christ's  blood,  428 

The  star  of  Bethlehem, 430 

The  mercy-seat, 434,499 

The  striving  of  the  Spirit, 437 

The  wanderer  invited  to  return,  438 

The  presence  of  God, 446 

The  contrite  heart, 453 

The    close    of    a   meeting  for 

prayer, 459 

The  good  Shepherd, 461 

The  Christian  race, 463 

The  dying  Christian  to  his  soul,  470 

The  day  of  judgment, 471 

The  heavenly  rest, 477 

The  missionary's  farewell, 4S0 

The  gospel  banner 481 

The  ministerial  office, 483 

The  world  a  wilderness, 496 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  saints; 

or,  earth  and  heaven, 498 

The  convert, 507 

PSALM. 

Universal  praise  to  the  God  of 

our  salvation, 150  pt.    1 

HYMN. 

Universal  praise  to  God, 1,  2 

PSALMS. 

Victory  over  temporal  enemies,  18  pt.   4 

Victory  in  spiritual  Avarfare,...144  pt.    1 


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INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


HYMNS. 

Vital  union  to  Christ  in  rege- 
neration   183 

Victorious  faith, ' 229 

PSALMS. 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the 
judgment-seat, 9  pt.    1 

"Waiting  for  pardon  and  direc- 
tion,   25  pt.    1 

Works  of  creation  and  provi- 
dence,   33  pt.    1 

Warning  to  magistrates, 58 

Waiting    for    an     answer    to 

prayer, 85  pt.    1 

HYMNS. 

Wisdom  and  knowledge  of  God,  27 

Wisdom  of  Providence, 45 

We  rely  on  God  our  Father,...  56 
We  are  corrupt,  and  incapable 

of  doing  good, 64 

Who  went  about  doing  good,..  103 

Weary  souls  invited  to  rest,...  165 

Whosoever  will,  let  him  come,  169 


We   are    not   accepted   on   ac- 
count of   the  worthiness  of 

our  faith 187 

Walking  with  God .        195 

Weak  believers  encouraged,...  228 

We  celebrate  His  <lyin^  love...  2o9 
Worthy  is  the  Lamb  that  was 

slain, 261 

Waiting  for  the  coming  of  the 

Lord, 277 

Watchfulness  and  prayer 278 

Watchfulness, 279 

Warfare 283 

Watch  and  pray 2^4 

Who  are  they,. 317 

Winter, 358 

Wisdom, 416 

Why  art  thou  cast  down? 417 

Worship 4-36 

Watchman?  what  of  the  night?  479 

Yet  there  is  room, 166 

Ye  must  be  born  again, 178,  ]-l 

Youth. 413,  414 

Zion's  increase  prayed  for, 152,  153 

Zion's  traveller  viewing  home,  421,  501 

Zion's  joy, 502 


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FIRST  LINES  TO  FIND  ANY  PSALM  OR  HYMN. 


PSALMS.  Page. 

All  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice,...  226 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies, 12 

Almighty  God,  appear  and  save,...  16 

Amid  thy  wrath,  remember  love,....  57 

Among  the  assemblies  of  the  great,  119 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods,...  125 

And  will  the  God  of  grace, 120 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 80 

Are  sinners  now  so  senseless  grown,  19 

Arise,  my  gracious  God, 22 

Arise,  0  King  of  grace,  arise, 201 

As    pants    the    hart    for     cooling 

streams, 64 

'Awake,  my  soul,  with  fervent  praise,  165 
Awake,  ye  saints,   to   praise   your 

King, 205 

HYMNS. 

A  good  High  Priest  is  come, 325 

Adam,  our  father  and  our  head, 275 

Adore  the  Father  and  the  Son, 257 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,...  379 
Alas!     how   charrged    that    lovely 

flower, 438 

Alas!  what  hourly  dangers  rise,....  423 
Almighty  Father,  bless  thy  word,...  474 
Almighty  Father,  gracious  Lord,...  260 
Aloud  we  sing  the  wondrous  grace,  420 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 425 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive, 378 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 307 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love,...  303 

And  must  this  body  die, 442 

Angels!  roll  the  rock  away, 316 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat,  396 
Arise,  my  tenderest  thoughts,  arise,  277 
As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung,..  508 
As  once  the  Saviour  took  his  seat,..  381 
As  when  the  weary  trav'ller  gains,..  522 
Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King,  340 

Astonish'd  and  disiress'd, 275 

Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son,....  355 


Attend,  ye  children  of  your  God,...  400 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord,  409 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song, 298 

Awake  and  sing  the  song, 0&2 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 357 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 253 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes,  427 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  ev'ry  nerve,  515 
Awake,    my    tongue,    thy    tribute 

bring, 249 

Awake,  sweet  gratitude  and  sing,...  322 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 587 

Acquaint  thee,  O  mortal,  acquaint 

thee  with  God, 592 

Amen!  —  my     Father     hears      my 

pray'rs,  594 

Am  I  called?  and  can  it  be, 569 

An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger 

to  grace, 563 

And  now  another  day  is  past, 576 

And  have  I  measur'd  half  my  days,  590 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend,  539 

Arm  of  the  Lord!  awake,  awake,...  565 

As  panting  in  the  sultry  beam, 543 

Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears,...  555 

PSALMS. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 147 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes, 116 

Behold  the  blest  Redeemer  comes,..     61 

Behold  the  lofty  sky,... 27 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love,.     52 

Behold  the  morning  sun, 28 

Behold  the  stately  cedar  stands, 155 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone,..  176 
Behold  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord,.  184 
Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God,...   151 

Blest  are  the  undented  in  heart, 177 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and 

know, 130 

Blest  is  the  man  for  ever  blest, 46 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  bowels  move,  63 
Blest  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord,     48 


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TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


By    Babel's    streams    the   captives 
sat, 207 

HYMNS, 

Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 232 

Begone,    unbelief,    my    Saviour    is 

near, 385 

Behold  !    long-wish'd-for  spring  is 

come, 476 

Behold  the  day  !  the  appointed  day,  297 
Behold  th'  expected  time  draw  near,  456 
Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind,....  308 

Behold  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, ib. 

Behold  what  condescending  love,...  399 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace, 362 

Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form,....  303 
Beneath  a  num'rous  train  of  ills,...  271 

Beside  the  gospel  pool, 505 

Be   still,  my  heart,   these  anxious 

cares, 520 

Beyond  the  glitt'ring  starry  skies,..  320 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God, 364 

Btest  be  the  Eternal  Infinite, 479 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds, 422 

Blest  Comforter  divine, 332 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  ex- 
pands,  , 467 

Blest  is  the  man   whose    soft'ning 

heart, ib. 

Blest  is  the  mem'ry  of  the  just, 387 

BlessM    Jesus,   when    my    soaring 

thoughts, 291 

Bless'-d morning  whose  young  dawn- 
ing rays, 312 

Bless'-d  with  the  joys  of  innocence,.  272 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 284 

Bright  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze,  338 
Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God,  294 
By  faith  in  Christ  we're  justified,...  361 
Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door, 536 

PSALMS. 

Children   in   years   and  knowledge 

young, 50 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad, 141 

Consider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord, 187 

HYMNS. 

Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine,  358 

Christ  the  Lord  isris'n  to-day, 312 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this 

day, 469 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  thy 

sheep 471 

Come,    gracious    Spirit,     heav'nly 

Dove, 330 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your 

God, 283 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 331 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove,.  332 
Come,     humble    sinner,    in     whose 

breast, 352 


Come,    let    us    join     our    cheerful 

songs 412 

Come,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord....  474 
Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin^  dis- 

trest, 347 

Come,  Ave  that  love  the  Lord, 371 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the 

Lord, 253  . 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs, 268^2? 

Celestial     worlds!     your     Maker's        "\ 

name, 527 

Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing,  545    ' 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden 528 

Come,  youthful  sinners,  come  now 

to  the  Saviour, 570 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye 

languish, 580 

PSALM3. 

David  rejoiced  in  God  his  strength,  32 
Deep  in  your  hearts  let  us  record,...     99 

HYMNS. 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders,..  444 

Dearest  of  alh.names  above, 282 

Dear  Lord,  and  shall  thy  spirit  rest,  328 

Dear  Saviour,  we  are  thine, 359 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid,  V,') 
Death  may  dissolve  my  bod}r  now,.  434 

Death!  'tis  a  melancholy  day, 436 

Death,  with  his  dread  commission 

seal'd, 492 

Deceiv'd  by  subtle  snares  of  hell,...  274 
Deep  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne,  273 
Deluded  souls  who  think  to  grasp,.  510 

Did  ever  one  of  Adam's  race, 353 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord, 417 

Dread    Sov'reign    let   my   ev'ning 

song, 485 

Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze,  559  <^u^ 

PSALMS. 

Early,  my  God,  witho'ut. delay, 90 

Exalc  the  Lord  our  God, 146 

HYMNS. 

Enslav'd    by   sin,    and    bound    in 

chains, 280 

Ere  the  blue  heaven's  were  stretch'd 

abroad, 293 

Eternal  God!  Almighty  Cause, 242 

Eternal  King,  enthron'd  above, 403 

Eternal  King,  the  greatest,  best,....  249 
Eternal  Pow'r,  whose  high  abode,..  255 
Eternal  Spirit !  'twas  thy  breath,...  239 

Eternal  Spirit !   we  confess, 326 

Eternal  Wisdom  !  thee  we  praise. ...  259 

Eternity!  stupendous  theme, 449 

Exalted  high  at  God's  right  hand,.  450 
Encompass'd    with   clouds    of  dis- 
tress,    544     f% 


TABLE  OF   FIRST    LINES. 


613 


Eternity  is  just  at  hand, 562 

En  wrapt  in  thickest  shades  of  night,  585 

PSALMS. 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known, 72 

Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand, 189 

Father,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace,  101 

Firm  and  unmoved  are  they, 195 

Fools  in   their  hearts  believe  and 

say, 18 

Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 216 

Forever  shall  my  song  record, 128 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name,....  162 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies,  174 

From  foes  that  round  us  rise, 86 

HYMNS. 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly 

bliss 337 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence^ 386 

Faith,  'tis  a  precious  grace, 383 

Far  beyond  all  comprehension, 287 

Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day,..  456 
Far    from  these  narrow    scenes    of 

night, 451 

Father  of  faithful  Abr'amhear, 339 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 382 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 234 

Father  of  mercies  send  thy  grace,...  419 

Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo,...  431 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns,...  472 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,...  458 
From  whence  these  direful    omens 

round, 306 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard, 533 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  534 

PSALMS. 

Give  thanks  to  God;  he  reigns 
above, 161 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his 
name, 157 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high, 206 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame,..  43 
God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints,  84 
God  from  his  cloudy  cistern  pours,.  155 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays, 127 

God  is  our  refuge  in  distress, 69 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope,,..  107 

God  of  eternal  love, 160 

God  of  my  life  look  gently  down,...  60 
God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth,  103 
God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise,....  166 
Good    is    the   Lord,   the    heav'nly 

King, 94 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings,  122 
Great  God,  attend  to  my  complaint,  92 
Great    God,    indulge    my    humble 

claim, 90 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway,.. -104 
Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high,....  204 
52 


Great   is   the   Lord,  his   works   of 

might, 169 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 71 

Great  shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 117 

HYMNS. 

Gird  thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour,  339 

Give  me  a  sober  mind, 424    .       . 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 269  O^a^K 

Go,   preach    my  gospel,    saith   the 

Lord, 459 

God  in  the  gospel  of  his  son, 240 

God  is  a  King,  of  pow'r  unknown,.  246 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,...  261 
God  of  all   pow'r,  and  truth,  and 

grace, 367 

God  of  eternity,  from  thee, 429 

God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song,..  482 

God  of  my  life  to  thee  belong, 512 

God  of  our  lives,  thy  constant  care,  479 
God,  who  in  various  methods  told,.  236 

Gracious  Spirit,  love  divine, 329 

Great  God  of  Providence,  thy  ways,  266 
Great    God,   to    thee    my   ev'ning 

song, 486 

Great    God   we    sing   that    mighty 

hand, 480 

Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies,  493 
Great   Sovereign  of  the  earth  and 

sky, 464 

Great   was   the   day,  the  joy  was 

great, 327_ 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,  583      vb}> 
Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound, ,  542 

PSALMS. 

Had  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say,.  194 

Happy  is  he  that  fpars  the  Lord,...  170 

Happy  the  city  where  their  sons,...  217 

Hear  me.  0  God,  nor  hide  thy  face,  148 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vision  said,  131 
He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the   Saviour 

reigns, 143 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God,  135 

How  awful  is  thy  chast'ning  rod,...  113 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear,..  193 
How   fast  their  guilt  and   sorrows 

rise, 21 

How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long,..  109 

II  >w  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face,  17 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair,...  121 
How  shall  the  young  secure  their 

hearts, 179 

HYMNS. 

Hail!  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 256 

Hail,  mighty  Jesus!  how  divine,...  353 
Hail,   the    blest    morn,    when   the 

great  Mediator, 301 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 317 

Happy  beyond  description  he, 504 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign,  416 


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Happy    the    roan    who    finds    the 

grace, 520 

Happj  soul,  thy  days  are  ended,...  434 
Hark  !    from    the   tomhs    a  doleful 

sound, 431 

Hark,  my  soul!  it  is  the  Lord, 418 

Hark !    'tis    our   heav'nly  Leader's 

voice, 420 

Hark,  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour 

comes 301 

Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee, 343 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy,  285 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voice?,  295 

Hasten,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise, 519 

He  lives!  the  great  Redeemer  lives,  321 

He's  come,  let  ev'ry  knee  be  bent,..  329 
Hear    what    God,    the    Lord   hath 

spoken, 337 

Hear   what  the  voice  from  heav'n 

declares, 432 

Hear  .what   the  voice  from  heav'n 

proclaims, 435 

Here,  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet,..  407 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 454 

Ho !  ev'ry    one   that    thirsts    draw 

nigh, 349 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  the  name, 250 

Honor  and  happiness  unite, 373 

Hosanna  with  a  cheerful  sound, 481 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 504 

How  condescending  and  how  kind,  407 

How  feeble  human  efforts  prove,....  507 

How  great,  how  terrible  that  God,.  445 
How  long   shall  death,  the  tyrant, 

reign, 443 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove,  288 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine,...  236 

How  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord,  408 
How    sweet,   how   heav'nly  is   the 

sight, 421 

How    sweet    the    name    of    Jesus 

sounds, 289 

Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 541 

Hast  thou,  my  soul,  improv'd  each 

pow'r, 57G 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 547 

How  blest  is  our  brother  bereft, 556 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of 

the  Lord, 542 

How  oft.  alas  !  this  wretched  heart,  547 
How    tedious     and     tasteless     the 

hours, 546 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below,  593 

PSALMS. 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God, ,  38 

I   love    the    Lord;    he   heard    my 

cries, 173 

I  waited  patient  lor  the  Lord, 61 

I  will  txtol  thee,  Lord,  on  high,....  4.'5 

If  Uod  succeed  not  all  the  cost, 197 


I'll  bless  the  Lord  frcm  day  to  day, 

I'll    praise    my    Maker    with    my 

breath, 

!ln  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chastise,... 
'In  haste,  O  God,  attend  my  call,.... 

In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known,... 

-in  thee,  great  God,  with   songs  of 

praise, 

In  Zion's  sacred  gates, 

Into  thy  hand,  0  God  of  truth, 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand,.. 

HYMXS. 

I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might 
grow,  

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives.... 

I  love  this  hour  of  calm  repose, 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

Indulgent  God!  to  thee  I  raise,.... 

Infinite  grace!  and  can  it  be, 

In  sweet  exalted  strains, 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint,. 

In  what  confusion  earth  appears,.... 

Israel  in  ancient  days, 

Is  this  the  kind  return, 

It  is  the  Lord — enthron'd  in  light,. 

It  is  the  voice  of  love  divine, 

It  shall  be  well,  let  sinners  know,.. 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far, 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away, 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

I  would  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not 
to  stay, 

If  I  must  die,  oh !  let  me  die, 

If 'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 

Is  there  a  time  when  moments  flow, 

PSALMS. 

Jehovah  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light, 

Jesus,  my  God,  my  all  in  all, 

^esus,  my  Lord,  doth  condescend, .. 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
Jesus,  the  priest,  ascends  the  throne, 
Jesus  shall  reign,  where'er  the  sun, 
Joy  to  the  world ;  the  Lord  is  come, 
Judge  me,   O   God,   and  plead  my 

cause. 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my 

ways, 

Judges,    who    rule    the   world    by 

laws, 

Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy 

word, 


49 

220 

9 

101 

111 

31 

227 

44 

200 

150 


395 
315 
487 
333 
374 
254 
4R2 
433 
511 
513 
377 
269 
318 
271 

?±° 

522 

587 
559 
552 
572 


138 
125 
35 
167 
168 
105 
145 

65 

40 

85 

25 


HYMXS. 

Jehovah  is  a  God  of  might 251 

Jesus!  and  shall  it  ever  be, 292 

Jesus  invites  his  saints, 406 

Jesus!  lover  of  my  soul, 495 

Jesus,,  my  love,  my  chief  delight,....  290 


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615 


Jesus  once  for  sinners  slain, 410 

Jesus,  our  souls  delightful  choice,..  388 

Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  souls  adore,...  320 

Jesus,  the  spring  of  joys  divine, 290 

Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 278 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 570 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 531 

Join  all  the  glorious  names, 324 

PSALMS. 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join, 181 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds,  114 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  mercy  speak,.  218 

Let  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 97 

Let  sinners  take  their  course, 82 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice, 150 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 69 

Let  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God,...  222 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 203 

Lord,    I    am   thine,  but  thou  wilt 

prove, 23" 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin,...  77 
Lord,     I     esteem     thy    judgments 

right, 131 

Lord,   I  have  made  thy  word  my 

choice, 182 

Lord,    if    thine    eyes    survey   our 

faults, 133 

Lord,  in   the   morning  thou  shalt 

hear, 8 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 122 

Lord,  thou  hast  call'd  thy  grace  to 

mind, 124 

Lord,  thou  hast  form'd  my  soul  sin- 
cere,    25 

Lord,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant 

cry, 175 

Lord,  thou  hast  planted  with  thy 

hands, 118 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourg'd  our  guilty 

land, 87 

Lord,   thou  wilt  hear   me  when    I 

pray,  7 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand,  138 
Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of 

old, 66 

Lord,    what    is    man,   poor   feeble 

man, -...-..  216 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at 

first, 11 

Lord,   when    I   count  thy   mercies 

o'er, 211 

Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 17 

Lord,  when   thou  didst  ascend  on 

high, 9S 

Lord,    when    thy    vine    in    Canaan 

grew, 118 

HYMNS. 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears,  238 


Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend 343 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be,  262 

Let  Pharisees  of  high  esteem, 420* 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord,..  257 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  word, 409 

Let  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks,..  344 

Let  us  awake  our  joys, 326 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descend- 
ing,   448 

Long  unafflicted,  undismay'd, 498 

Look  down,   0  God,  with  pitying 

eye 489 

Look  up,  ye  saints,  direct  your  eyes,  258 
Look  up,  ye  saints,  with  sweet  sur- 
prise,    342 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall,...  383 

Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold, 411 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  474 
Lord,  hast  thou  call'd  me  by  thy 

grace, 270 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they,  375 

Lord,  I'm  pain'd  but  I'll  resign, 500 

Lord,  I'm  thine,  entirely  thine, 461 

Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 506 

Lord,  in  these  dark  and  dismal  days,  335 
Lord,  shed  a  beam  of  heav'nly  day,  379 
Lord,  thou  with  an  unerring  beam,  247 
Lord,  thy  imputed  righteousness,...  359 
Lord,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs,....  266 
Loud,  when  our     raptur'd  thought 

surveys, 258 

Lord,  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 232 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 568 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 551  rJ 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this,  579 

PSALMS. 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  song,..  147 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire, 39 

My  God  accept  my  earl}'  vows, 213 

My  God  consider  my  distress, 185 

My    God,    in    whom    are    all    the 

springs, 84 

My  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 102 

-My  God,  my   God,  why  hast  thou 

left, 33 

My    God,    my    King,    thy    various 

praise, 217 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue, 91 

My  God,  preserve  my  soul, 81 

My  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men,...,     56 
-My  God,  the   tempter  would   per- 
suade,        6 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel,.  211 

My  God,  while  impious  men, 212 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 45 

My  nevei*ceasing  song  shall  show,.  129 

My'refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 15 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious 
God, 214 


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TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  fr'end,.. 
My  suul  lie?  cleaving  to  the  dust,... 

-*-*My  soul  of  thy  protection  rare 

My  -. ml  repeat  hie  praise 

My  soul  thy  great  Creator  praise,... 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone, 

My  tru?t  is  in  my  heavenly  friend,.. 

HYMNS. 

Methinks  the  last  great  day  i?  .-nine. 
Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  hea- 

v'n 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join,... 
My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord,.. 
My  GrOd,  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love... 
My  God.  thy  service  well  demands, 
My  rising  soul  with  strong  desires, 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

My  waken'd  soul  extend  thy  wings, 
My  God!  the  spring  of  all  myjoys, 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,... 
My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight... 

PSALMS. 

Not  to  ourselves  who  arc  but  dust,. 
Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing,. 
Xow  let  our.  mournful  songs  record, 
Xow  may   the  God   of  pow'r    and 

grace, 

-"•Now   plead    niv    cause,    Almighty 

God 

—  Xow  saith  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord,... 
Xow  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid, 

HYMNS. 

Xo,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more,... 
Xo  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more, 

Xot  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

Xot  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Xot  the  malicious  or  profane 

Not  to  the  tenors  of  the  Lord 

Xow  back   with   humble  shame  we 

look, 

Xow  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 

Xow  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts.... 

Now  is  th"  accepted  time 

Xow  let  our  hearts  conspire  to  raise, 

Xow  let  the  feeble  all  be  strong 

Xow  le?  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains, 

Xow  to  the  pow'r  of  God  supreme,. 

'fp.    Xow  be  the  gospel  banner, 

PSALMS. 

0  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy. 

0  God  of  grace  and  righteousness... 

0  God.  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 

0  God  of  my  salvation,  hear, 

0  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs... 
0  happy  man,  whose  soul  is  filled,.. 


1  54 

1" 


i;; 


103  1  0  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 

18S  J  0  Lord,  how  many  are  my  fix  - 

i8     0  Lord  our  heav'nly  King 

152*4-0  Lord,  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope,.. 
0   that   the  Lord  would  guide   my 

ways 

0  that  thy  statutes  ev'ry  hour 

0   thou  that  hear'st   when   sinners 

cry 

0    thou    whose    grace    and    justice 

reign, 

1  thou  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 
Our   rulers,    Lord,    with    songs   of 

302         praise. 

288     Out  of  the  depths  of  long  distress... 

502*K)  what  a  stiff  rebellious  house, 

366  |  hymns. 

0  Christ,  thou  glorious  King,   we 

own, 

0  for  a  closer  walk  with    God 

0  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray 

0  happy  day.  that  stays  my  choice, 

|  0  happy  soul  that  lives  on  .high 

0  if  my  soul  was  form'd  «9wo, 

0  Lord,  my  soul  convicted  stands... 
0  Lord,  when  faith  with  fix/d  eyes, 
0  thou,    from  whom   all   goodness 

flows, 

0  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh,.., 

0  what  amazing  words  of  grace, 

0  what  stupendous  mercy  shines,... 
0   Zion,   afflicted   with   wave   upon 

wave, 

0  Zion,  tune  thy  voice, 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness... 
On  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands, 

On  the  brink  of  fiery  ruin 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day, 
Our  Father  thron'd    in  heav'n  di- 
vine,  

Our  heav'nly  Father  calls, 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead,.... 

0  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

0    gracious    Lord,    whose   mercies 

rise, 

0  in  the  morn  of  life  when  youth,.. 
0  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art... 
Oh,  my  soul,  what  means  this  sad- 
ness  

0  that  my  load  of  sin  was  gone, 

0     thou,    before    whose     gracious 

throne, 

0  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears.. 

Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit,.... 


446 
544 
579 
592 


172 
1 


443 
362 
3S5 
365 
356 
369 
516 

273 
279 
486 

351 
468 
497 
319 

567 


81  PSALMS. 

127  •  Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
139  ^-Praise  ye  the  Lord,  all  nature  join, 
197  -  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 


180 

3 

11 

54 

184 

1-7 


194 
83 


31 

199 
114 


367 
453 

4a 

373 

415 
305 

397 

349 
465 

336 
340 
338 
304 
354 
482 

390 

366 
316 


594 

- 


549 

590 

548 
558 
566 


92 

227 
204 


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617 


Praise  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  shall 
join, 219 

Praise  ve  the  Lord,  'tig  good  to 
raise,' 221 

Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need,     20 

HYMNS. 

Peace!     'tis    the    Lord    Jehovah's 

hand, 439 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive 

moan, 352 

Pity  a  helpless  sinner,  Lord, 381 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,..  280 
Pray'r  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,...  391 
Pray'r  was  appointed  to  convey,....  393 
Prostrate,  dear  Jesus  at  thy  feet,...  380 

.*i      People  of  the  living  God, 592 

Pleasing  spring  -*§Tiere\again, 574 

PSALMS. 

Rejoice  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord,...  47 

Rejoice  ye  shining  worlds  on  high,  37 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state,  132 

Return,  0  God  of  love,  return, 134 

HYMXS. 

Raise,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine 

eye, 414 

Rejoice,  believer,  in  the  Lord, 370 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 523 

Rejoice,  ye  nations  of  the  world,....  341 
Rejoice,  ye  saints,  in  ev'ry  state,...  286 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern, 503 

Repent!  the  voice  celestial  cries,...  376 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest,....  470 
Rise,  rise  my   soul,  and  leave  the 

ground, 243 

y.    Return,  my  roving  heart,  return,....  550 
Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 537 

PSALMS. 

Salvation  is  forever  nigh, 124 

Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah  shine,.  96 
Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive,...  76 
Sing  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord,  ....     94 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud, 119» 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name,..  140 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands,.  142 
Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong,....  16S 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 41 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God, 106 

Sweet  is  the  mein'ry  of  thy  grace,..  218 
Sweet   is    the   work,   my  God,   my 
King, 137 

HYMNS. 

Safely  through  another  week, 469 

Saints,   at   your  heav'nly.  Father's 

word, 506 

Salvation!  0  the  joyful- sound, 281 

See,    gracious     Lord,    before     thy 

throne, 491 


See  how  the  boasting  Pharisee, 510 

See  how  the  rising  sun, 4*3 

Seek,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 447 

Self-righteous  souls  on  works  rely,  517 

Shall  e'er  the  shadow  of  a  change,.  245 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep,  459 
Shepherds  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes,  296 

Shout,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns,  333 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  disease, 276 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high, 234 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word, 34  5 

Sinners,    rejoice,    'tis    Christ    that 

died, 309 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard,..  355 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard,...  345 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express....  369 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day*, 488 

Sov'reigii  of  all  the  worlds  on  high,  363 

Sov'reign  of  life,  we  own  thy  hand,  494 

Sov'reign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 267 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy.... 

fears, 425 

Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains,  478 
Stoop    down,    my   thoughts,    that 

used  to  rise, 437 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour 

dies, 309 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  bless- 
ing,    311 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation, 5«1    • 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within,...  536 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands,  553 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure? 535 

Sinners  !  we  are  sent  to  bid  you,....  552 

PSALMS. 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days,.  59 

Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted,  high,  144 

^Th'  eternal  Son  with  pow'r  array'd,  4 

The  heathen  know  thy  glory,  Lord,  142 
The    heavens    declare    thy    glory, 

Lord :....,.  29 

The   King   of  saints,  how  fair  his 

face, 68 

The  least,  the  feeblest  of  thy  sheep,  190 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  no.v,..  175 

-The  Lord  forever  guards  the  just,...  50 

The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  throne,  202 
The    Lord    is    come;    the   heav'ns 

proclaim, ...; 144 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 146 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 36 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 41 

The    Lord,    the    Judge,    before  his 

throne, 74 

The  Lord,  the  sov'reign  King, 153 

The  man  is  ever  blest, 3 

The  wonders,  Lord,   thy   love  has 

wrought, 62 

Thee    will    I    love,     O     Lord,   my 

strength, 24 


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TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


.   There  is  a  God,  all  nature  cries,....     79 
This    is    the    day    the    Lord    hath 

made, 170 

This    spacious     earth     is    all    the 

Lord's, 37 

Thou  art  my  portion,  0  my  God,....  178 
Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest,.  191 
-^Thou,Lord,  by  strictest  search  hast 

_   known 209 

Through  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God,  ....  132 

Thus  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord 58 

Thus  sakh  the  Lord:  the  spacious 

fields, 75 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  spake, 107 

--"Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage 

freed, 159 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  0  Lord,.  183 
Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord,.  103 
'Tis  by  thy  strength  the  mountains 

stand, 93 

To    God    I    cried   with   mournful 

voice, 112 

To  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known,  213 
To  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest,...  100 

To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God, 14r> 

To  thee  before  the  dawning  light,..  178 
To  thee,  most  high  and  holy  God,..  110 
'To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raise  my  cries,..     42 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe, 27 

"To  Zion's  hill  I  lift  mine  eyes, 192 

"'Twas  for  my  sake,  eternal  God,....  100 

HYMNS. 

Thankless  the  prodigal  receives,....  509 
The  billows    swell,   the   winds    are 

high, 495 

The  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief,...  410 
The  broken  bread,  the  blessed  cup,  404 

The  day  is  past  and  gone, 487 

The  eye  of  God  is  ev'rywhere, 248 

The  flow'ry  spring  at  God's  com- 
mand,    470 

The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge,..  440 
The  gold  and  silver  are  the  Lord's,  405 
The  grave  is  now  a  favor'd  spot,...  430 

The  great  Invisible  Unknown, 240 

The  holy  law  to  Israel  giv'n, 419 

The    King    of    heav'n    his    table 

spreads, 405 

The  law  of  God  is  just, 413 

The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory  reigns,  247 

The  Lord  who  truly  knows, 393 

The  moment  a  sinner  believes, 389 

The     righteousness,     th'     atoning 

blood, 52  L 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  ev'ry  ear, 348 

The     Saviour !     O    what     endless 

charms, 292 

The  Saviour  with  inviting  voice,...  399 
The     Spirit     breathes     upon     the 
word, 237 


The    summer    harvest    spreads  the 

field, 

The  time  is  short,  the  season  near,. 
The  winter   past,  reviving  flow'rs.. 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name, 

There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks,. 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

•  'Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we 

love, 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love,. 
Thou  art  the  way — to  thee  alone,... 
Thou  didst,  O  mighty  God  exist,... 
Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight,. 

Though  troubles  assail, 

Thrice  happy  man  whose  heart   is 

stay'd,  

Through   all    the    various    shifting 

scene, 

Thus  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on,... 
Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  com- 
mand,   

Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord,. 
Thus    speaks   the   high   and   lofty 

One,  ".. 

Thy  names  how  infinite  they  be 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 
Thy    providence,    great     God,    we 

praise, \. 

'Tis  finished — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
'Tis     midnight — and      on     Olive's 

brow, 

To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose, 

To  God,  the  only  wise,.. 

To  God,  the  universal  King, 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 

To  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord, 
To  thee  let  my  first  off'rings  rise,... 
To    thee,    who     reign'st     supreme 

above,  

To  us  a  child  is  born  from  heav'n,. 
Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head,... 
'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord,.. 
'Twas  on  that   dark,   that   doleful 

night, ..^ 

'Twas  the  commission  of  «*e  Lord, 
That  awful  day  will  surely  come,... 
That  day  of  wrath,   that  dreadful 

day, 

The  Christian  would  not  have  his 

lot, 

The  Lord  our  God  is  cloth'd  with 

might, 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine,.... 
The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall 

quake, 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape 

to  the  mountain, „.... 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,... 
This  world's  a  dreary  wilderness,... 
Tho' parents  may  in  cov'nant  be,... 


477 
428 
441 
430 
241 
453 

472 
240 
517 
242 
417 
203 

370 

205 


413 


521 
244 


475 
310 

300 
370 
371 

231 
402 
477 
484 

492 
2<JG 
334 
235 

401 
397 
501 


500 

530 


528 
549 


501 

539 
530 
504 
578 
584 


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Thro'  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's 

)      path, 534 

.  \,\  'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 588 

'Tisfinish'd!  the  conflict  is  past,...  557 

To  Jesus  the  crown  of  niy.hope, 564 

PSALMS. 

Up  from  my  youth  may  Israel  say,  198 
Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 192 

htmh. 
Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb,...  411 

PSALMS. 

Vain  man  on  foolish  pleasures  bent,  163 
Vast     are     thy    works,    Almighty 
Lord, 156 

HYMNS. 

Vain    are  the   hopes,   the    sons    of 

men, 360 

^yhYital  spark  of  heav'nly  flame, 560 

PSALMS. 

We   bless  the    Lord,   the  just,  the 

good, ^ 98 

We  love"Jhe  Lord  and  we  adore, 26 

"What  shall  I  render  to  my  God,....  174 
When  Christ  to  Judgment  shall  de- 
scend,      76 

"When    God    is    nigh    my  faith    is 

strong. 22 

When   God  provok'd   with   daring 

crimes, 164 

When    God    restor'd    our    captive 

state, 196 

When   God   revealed    his    gracious 

name, 196 

When  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand,  210 
When  Israel  freed  from  Pharaoh's 

hand 171 

When  Israel   sinn'd    the  Lord   re- 
pro  v'd, 115 

When  man  grows  bold  in  sin 53 

When  overwhelm'd  wih  grief, 88 

•When  pain  and  anguish  seize  me, 

Lord, fy.   189 

When    Pharaoh    dar'd    to    vex   his 

saints, 158 

When  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and 

just, 13 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found, 38 

Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find,  200 
While  I  keep  silence  and  conceal,...  47 
Who    shall    ascend    thy    heav'nly 

place, 20 

Who  will  arise  and  plead  my  right,  139 
Why  did  the  heathen  madly  rage,..  4 
Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast,  56 
Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far,...  14 
Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow,.!  73 
Why,  0  my  soul,  why  thus  deprest,     64 


Why  should  the  mighty  make  their 
boast, 70 

Why  should  I  vex  my  soul  and  fret,    "54 

Will  God  forever  cast  us  off, 108 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and 
tongue. 208 

With  my  whole  heart  I  raise  my 
song, ]2 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  sought 
thy  face 186 

With  rev'rence  let  the  saints  ap- 
pear,     129 

With  songs  and  honours  sounding 
loud, 223 


'Writhing     in 
pray'd, 


pain     our    fcaviour 


34 


HYMNS. 

War,  horrid    war,    deep-stain'd    in 

b'ood, 490 

Wait,  0  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will,  202 
We  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord,..  323 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  jest, 47  L 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone, 322 

What   finite    pow'r   with    ceaseless 

toil, 245 

What  have  I  in  this  barren  land....  452 
What  language  now  salutes  the  ear,  350 
What  strange  perplexities  arise,....  402 
What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  392 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd 

away, 439 

When    gath'ring   clouds    around   I 

view, 499 

When  Hannah,  press'd  with  grief,.  394 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 500 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,  310 
When  I  the  lonely  tomb  survey,....  314 
When  in  the  cloud  with  colors  fair,  286 
When   Israel's   sons,  a   murm'ring 

race 514 

When    Israel    through    the    desert 

pass'd, 237 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,...  466 
When,  Lord,  to    this  our    western 

land, 457 

When  some  kind  shepherd  from  his 

fold, 512 

When  the  first  parents  of  our  race,.  277 
When  we  are  raised  from  deep  dis- 
tress,   501 

Where  is  my  God  ?  does  he  retire,..  391 
Where  shall   we  sinners    hide    our 

heads, 368 

Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child 

of  clay, 503 

Wherewith,    O  Lord  shall   I  draw 

near, 361 

While    life    prolongs    its    precious 

light, 351 

While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  0  Lord,  489 


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Why  should  a  living  man  complain, 
"Why  should  the  children  of  a  King, 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die, 
Why  will  ye  lavish  out  your  years, 
With  holy  fear  and  humble  song,... 
With  humble  faith  and  fervent  zeal, 
Witness  ye  men  and  angels,  now,... 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

When  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God,... 
When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 
When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my 

mind, 

When  languor  and  disease  invade,. 
When    marshall'd    on   the    nightly 

plain, 

When    verdure    clothes    the  fertile 

vale, 

Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  ac- 
cord,  

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun, 
Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee,.. 
Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God, 

PSALMS. 

Ye  servants  of  th'  Almighty  King,.. 


498    Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 136 

330    Ye   sons   of    pride   that   hate   the 

433        just, 74 

3  Ki     Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King,...  203 

455     Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join, 224 

462j-Yet  saith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race,.  131 

HVMXS. 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 348 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm,  518 

Ye  humble  saints,  proclaim  abroad,  251 
Ye    humble    souls,  approach    vour 

God, 252 

Ye  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth,  518 

Ye  saints,  proclaim  abroad, 299 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 423 

Ye     wretched,     hungry,     starving 

poor, 404 

Yes,   I    would    love    thee,  blessed 

God, 415 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee,...  566 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose, 313 

Your  harps  ye  trembling  saints,....  389 
Ye  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu,...  59L£*jL^ 
Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  tell- 
ing,   299 


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506 
572 
529 

528 

556 
581 

532 

573 

5S9 
574 
551 

568 


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